Fyodor Dostoevsky

two of inherited labour, patience, intellect, rectitude,

character, perseverance, and calculation, with a stork sitting

on the roof above it all? What is more; they think there can

never be anything better than this; wherefore, from their point

of view they begin to judge the rest of the world, and to

censure all who are at fault--that is to say, who are not exactly

like themselves. Yes, there you have it in a nutshell. For my

own part, I would rather grow fat after the Russian manner, or

squander my whole substance at roulette. I have no wish to be

'Hoppe and Company' at the end of five generations. I want the

money for MYSELF, for in no way do I look upon my personality

as necessary to, or meet to be given over to, capital. I may be

wrong, but there you have it. Those are MY views."

"How far you may be right in what you have said I do not know,"

remarked the General moodily; "but I DO know that you are

becoming an insufferable farceur whenever you are given the

least chance."

As usual, he left his sentence unfinished. Indeed, whenever he

embarked upon anything that in the least exceeded the limits of

daily small-talk, he left unfinished what he was saying. The

Frenchman had listened to me contemptuously, with a slight

protruding of his eyes; but, he could not have understood very

much of my harangue. As for Polina, she had looked on with

serene indifference. She seemed to have heard neither my voice

nor any other during the progress of the meal.

V

Yes, she had been extraordinarily meditative. Yet, on leaving

the table, she immediately ordered me to accompany her for a

walk. We took the children with us, and set out for the fountain

in the Park.

I was in such an irritated frame of mind that in rude and abrupt

fashion I blurted out a question as to "why our Marquis de

Griers had ceased to accompany her for strolls, or to speak to

her for days together."

"Because he is a brute," she replied in rather a curious way.

It was the first time that I had heard her speak so of De

Griers: consequently, I was momentarily awed into silence by this

expression of resentment.

"Have you noticed, too, that today he is by no means on good

terms with the General?" I went on.

"Yes-- and I suppose you want to know why," she replied with dry

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