Fyodor Dostoevsky

bow as the visitor took his leave. I ventured to remind the good

man of my own business also; whereupon, with an expression of,

if anything, increased dryness, he again asked me to wait. Soon

a third visitor arrived who, like myself, had come on business

(he was an Austrian of some sort); and as soon as ever he had

stated his errand he was conducted upstairs! This made me very

angry. I rose, approached the sacristan, and told him that,

since Monsignor was receiving callers, his lordship might just

as well finish off my affair as well. Upon this the sacristan

shrunk back in astonishment. It simply passed his understanding

that any insignificant Russian should dare to compare himself

with other visitors of Monsignor's! In a tone of the utmost

effrontery, as though he were delighted to have a chance of

insulting me, he looked me up and down, and then said: "Do you

suppose that Monsignor is going to put aside his coffee for YOU?"

But I only cried the louder: "Let me tell you that I am

going to SPIT into that coffee! Yes, and if you do not get me my

passport visaed this very minute, I shall take it to Monsignor

myself."

"What? While he is engaged with a Cardinal? screeched the

sacristan, again shrinking back in horror. Then, rushing to the

door, he spread out his arms as though he would rather die than

let me enter.

Thereupon I declared that I was a heretic and a barbarian--"Je

suis heretique et barbare," I said, "and that these archbishops

and cardinals and monsignors, and the rest of them, meant

nothing at all to me. In a word, I showed him that I was not

going to give way. He looked at me with an air of infinite

resentment. Then he snatched up my passport, and departed with

it upstairs. A minute later the passport had been visaed! Here

it is now, if you care to see it,"--and I pulled out the

document, and exhibited the Roman visa.

"But--" the General began.

"What really saved you was the fact that you proclaimed

yourself a heretic and a barbarian," remarked the Frenchman with

a smile. "Cela n'etait pas si bete."

"But is that how Russian subjects ought to be treated? Why,

when they settle here they dare not utter even a word--they are

ready even to deny the fact that they are Russians! At all

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