Fyodor Dostoevsky

had said there was something so cynical and unveiled as to pass

all bounds. For how could she ever regard me as the same after

the killing was done? This was more than slavery and abasement;

it was sufficient to bring a man back to his right senses. Yet,

despite the outrageous improbability of our conversation, my

heart shook within me.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing. We were seated on a bench near

the spot where the children were playing--just opposite the point

in the alley-way before the Casino where the carriages drew up

in order to set down their occupants.

"Do you see that fat Baroness?" she cried. "It is the Baroness

Burmergelm. She arrived three days ago. Just look at her

husband--that tall, wizened Prussian there, with the stick in his

hand. Do you remember how he stared at us the other day? Well,

go to the Baroness, take off your hat to her, and say something

in French."

"Why?"

"Because you have sworn that you would leap from the

Shlangenberg for my sake, and that you would kill any one whom I

might bid you kill. Well, instead of such murders and tragedies,

I wish only for a good laugh. Go without answering me, and let

me see the Baron give you a sound thrashing with his stick."

"Then you throw me out a challenge?--you think that I will not

do it?"

"Yes, I do challenge you. Go, for such is my will."

"Then I WILL go, however mad be your fancy. Only, look here:

shall you not be doing the General a great disservice, as well

as, through him, a great disservice to yourself? It is not about

myself I am worrying-- it is about you and the General. Why, for

a mere fancy, should I go and insult a woman?"

"Ah! Then I can see that you are only a trifler," she said

contemptuously. "Your eyes are swimming with blood--but only

because you have drunk a little too much at luncheon. Do I not

know that what I have asked you to do is foolish and wrong, and

that the General will be angry about it? But I want to have a

good laugh, all the same. I want that, and nothing else. Why

should you insult a woman, indeed? Well, you will be given a

sound thrashing for so doing."

I turned away, and went silently to do her bidding. Of course

the thing was folly, but I could not get out of it. I remember

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