Fyodor Dostoevsky

the fact that the matter lies between him and myself alone, and

to put a slight upon me by referring it to another person, as

though I were unworthy to answer for my own conduct."

Then there happened what I had foreseen. The General on hearing

of this further intended outrage, showed the white feather.

"What? " he cried. "Do you intend to go on with this damned

nonsense? Do you not realise the harm that it is doing me? I beg

of you not to laugh at me, sir--not to laugh at me, for we have

police authorities here who, out of respect for my rank, and for

that of the Baron... In short, sir, I swear to you that I will

have you arrested, and marched out of the place, to prevent any

further brawling on your part. Do you understand what I say?"

He was almost breathless with anger, as well as in a terrible

fright.

"General," I replied with that calmness which he never could

abide, "one cannot arrest a man for brawling until he has

brawled. I have not so much as begun my explanations to the

Baron, and you are altogether ignorant as to the form and time

which my intended procedure is likely to assume. I wish but to

disabuse the Baron of what is, to me, a shameful

supposition--namely, that I am under the guardianship of a person

who is qualified to exercise control over my free will. It is

vain for you to disturb and alarm yourself."

"For God's sake, Alexis Ivanovitch, do put an end to this

senseless scheme of yours!" he muttered, but with a sudden

change from a truculent tone to one of entreaty as he caught me

by the hand. "Do you know what is likely to come of it? Merely

further unpleasantness. You will agree with me, I am sure, that

at present I ought to move with especial care--yes, with very

especial care. You cannot be fully aware of how I am situated.

When we leave this place I shall be ready to receive you back

into my household; but, for the time being I-- Well, I cannot tell

you all my reasons." With that he wound up in a despairing

voice: " O Alexis Ivanovitch, Alexis Ivanovitch!"

I moved towards the door--begging him to be calm, and promising

that everything should be done decently and in order; whereafter

I departed.

Russians, when abroad, are over-apt to play the poltroon, to

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