Fyodor Dostoevsky

me; but I was an uninvited guest at the luncheon--the General

had forgotten to arrange otherwise, or I should have been

dispatched to dine at the table d'hote. Nevertheless, I presented

myself in such guise that the General looked at me with a touch

of approval; and, though the good Maria Philipovna was for

showing me my place, the fact of my having previously met the

Englishman, Mr. Astley, saved me, and thenceforward I figured as

one of the company.

This strange Englishman I had met first in Prussia, where we had

happened to sit vis-a-vis in a railway train in which I was

travelling to overtake our party; while, later, I had run across

him in France, and again in Switzerland--twice within the space

of two weeks! To think, therefore, that I should suddenly

encounter him again here, in Roulettenberg! Never in my life had

I known a more retiring man, for he was shy to the pitch of

imbecility, yet well aware of the fact (for he was no fool). At

the same time, he was a gentle, amiable sort of an individual,

and, even on our first encounter in Prussia I had contrived to

draw him out, and he had told me that he had just been to the

North Cape, and was now anxious to visit the fair at Nizhni

Novgorod. How he had come to make the General's acquaintance I

do not know, but, apparently, he was much struck with Polina.

Also, he was delighted that I should sit next him at table, for

he appeared to look upon me as his bosom friend.

During the meal the Frenchman was in great feather: he was

discursive and pompous to every one. In Moscow too, I

remembered, he had blown a great many bubbles. Interminably he

discoursed on finance and Russian politics, and though, at

times, the General made feints to contradict him, he did so

humbly, and as though wishing not wholly to lose sight of his

own dignity.

For myself, I was in a curious frame of mind. Even before

luncheon was half finished I had asked myself the old, eternal

question: "WHY do I continue to dance attendance upon the

General, instead of having left him and his family long ago?"

Every now and then I would glance at Polina Alexandrovna, but

she paid me no attention; until eventually I became so irritated

that I decided to play the boor.

First of all I suddenly, and for no reason whatever, plunged

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