Fyodor Dostoevsky

it was true? But how could it be so? Polina and De Griers!

What a combination!

No, it was too improbable. Suddenly I leapt up with the idea

of seeking Astley and forcing him to speak. There could be no

doubt that he knew more than I did. Astley? Well, he was

another problem for me to solve.

Suddenly there came a knock at the door, and I opened it to

find Potapitch awaiting me.

"Sir," he said, "my mistress is asking for you."

"Indeed? But she is just departing, is she not? The train

leaves in ten minutes' time."

"She is uneasy, sir; she cannot rest. Come quickly, sir; do

not delay."

I ran downstairs at once. The Grandmother was just being

carried out of her rooms into the corridor. In her hands she

held a roll of bank-notes.

"Alexis Ivanovitch," she cried, "walk on ahead, and we will

set out again."

"But whither, Madame?"

"I cannot rest until I have retrieved my losses. March on

ahead, and ask me no questions. Play continues until

midnight, does it not?"

For a moment I stood stupefied--stood deep in thought; but it

was not long before I had made up my mind.

"With your leave, Madame," I said, "I will not go with you."

"And why not? What do you mean? Is every one here a stupid

good-for-nothing?"

"Pardon me, but I have nothing to reproach myself with. I

merely will not go. I merely intend neither to witness nor to

join in your play. I also beg to return you your five hundred

gulden. Farewell."

Laying the money upon a little table which the Grandmother's

chair happened to be passing, I bowed and withdrew.

"What folly!" the Grandmother shouted after me. "Very well, then.

Do not come, and I will find my way alone. Potapitch, you must

come with me. Lift up the chair, and carry me along."

I failed to find Mr. Astley, and returned home. It was now

growing late--it was past midnight, but I subsequently learnt

from Potapitch how the Grandmother's day had ended. She had

lost all the money which, earlier in the day, I had got for

her paper securities--a sum amounting to about ten thousand

roubles. This she did under the direction of the Pole whom,

that afternoon, she had dowered with two ten-gulden pieces.

But before his arrival on the scene, she had commanded

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