Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I was just coming to see you," he said; "and you appear to be

out on a similar errand. So you have parted with your employers?"

"How do you know that?" I asked in astonishment. "Is EVERY ONE

aware of the fact? "

"By no means. Not every one would consider such a fact to be of

moment. Indeed, I have never heard any one speak of it."

"Then how come you to know it?"

"Because I have had occasion to do so. Whither are you bound? I

like you, and was therefore coming to pay you a visit."

"What a splendid fellow you are, Mr. Astley!" I cried, though

still wondering how he had come by his knowledge. "And since I

have not yet had my coffee, and you have, in all probability,

scarcely tasted yours, let us adjourn to the Casino Cafe, where

we can sit and smoke and have a talk."

The cafe in question was only a hundred paces away; so, when

coffee had been brought, we seated ourselves, and I lit a

cigarette. Astley was no smoker, but, taking a seat by my side,

he prepared himself to listen.

"I do not intend to go away," was my first remark. "I intend,

on the contrary, to remain here."

"That I never doubted," he answered good-humouredly.

It is a curious fact that, on my way to see him, I had never

even thought of telling him of my love for Polina. In fact, I

had purposely meant to avoid any mention of the subject. Nor,

during our stay in the place, had I ever made aught but the

scantiest reference to it. You see, not only was Astley a man of

great reserve, but also from the first I had perceived that

Polina had made a great impression upon him, although he never

spoke of her. But now, strangely enough, he had no sooner seated

himself and bent his steely gaze upon me, than, for some reason

or another, I felt moved to tell him everything--to speak to him

of my love in all its phases. For an hour and a half did I

discourse on the subject, and found it a pleasure to do so, even

though this was the first occasion on which I had referred to

the matter. Indeed, when, at certain moments, I perceived that

my more ardent passages confused him, I purposely increased my

ardour of narration. Yet one thing I regret: and that is that I

made references to the Frenchman which were a little

over-personal.

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