Fyodor Dostoevsky

loudly and gratuitously into the general conversation. Above

everything I wanted to pick a quarrel with the Frenchman; and,

with that end in view I turned to the General, and exclaimed in

an overbearing sort of way--indeed, I think that I actually

interrupted him--that that summer it had been almost impossible

for a Russian to dine anywhere at tables d'hote. The General

bent upon me a glance of astonishment.

"If one is a man of self-respect," I went on, "one risks abuse

by so doing, and is forced to put up with insults of every kind.

Both at Paris and on the Rhine, and even in Switzerland--there

are so many Poles, with their sympathisers, the French, at these

tables d'hote that one cannot get a word in edgeways if one

happens only to be a Russian."

This I said in French. The General eyed me doubtfully, for he

did not know whether to be angry or merely to feel surprised

that I should so far forget myself.

"Of course, one always learns SOMETHING EVERYWHERE," said the

Frenchman in a careless, contemptuous sort of tone.

"In Paris, too, I had a dispute with a Pole," I continued,

"and then with a French officer who supported him. After that a

section of the Frenchmen present took my part. They did so as

soon as I told them the story of how once I threatened to spit

into Monsignor's coffee."

"To spit into it?" the General inquired with grave disapproval

in his tone, and a stare, of astonishment, while the Frenchman

looked at me unbelievingly.

"Just so," I replied. "You must know that, on one occasion,

when, for two days, I had felt certain that at any moment I

might have to depart for Rome on business, I repaired to the

Embassy of the Holy See in Paris, to have my passport visaed.

There I encountered a sacristan of about fifty, and a man dry

and cold of mien. After listening politely, but with great

reserve, to my account of myself, this sacristan asked me to

wait a little. I was in a great hurry to depart, but of course I

sat down, pulled out a copy of L'Opinion Nationale, and fell to

reading an extraordinary piece of invective against Russia which

it happened to contain. As I was thus engaged I heard some one

enter an adjoining room and ask for Monsignor; after which I saw

the sacristan make a low bow to the visitor, and then another

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