Auntie.'
'It is not so much that I WILL NOT LET HIM go,' continued Dimitri, rising and beginning to pace the room without looking at me, 'as that I neither wish him nor advise him to go. He is not a child now, and if he must go he can go alone-without you. Surely you are ashamed of this, Dubkoff?-ashamed of always wanting others to do all the wrong things that you yourself do?'
'But what is there so very wrong in my inviting you all to come and take a cup of tea with my Aunt?' said Dubkoff, with a wink at Woloda. 'If you don't like us going, it is your affair; yet we are going all the same. Are you coming, Woloda?'
'Yes, yes,' assented Woloda. 'We can go there, and then return to my rooms and continue our piquet.'
'Do you want to go with them or not?' said Dimitri, approaching me.
'No,' I replied, at the same time making room for him to sit down beside me on the divan. 'I did not wish to go in any case, and since you advise me not to, nothing on earth will make me go now. Yet,' I added a moment later, 'I cannot honestly say that I have NO desire to go. All I say is that I am glad I am not going.'
'That is right,' he said. 'Live your own life, and do not dance to any one's piping. That is the better way.'
This little tiff not only failed to mar our hilarity, but even increased it. Dimitri suddenly reverted to the kindly mood which I loved best-so great (as I afterwards remarked on more than one occasion) was the influence which the consciousness of having done a good deed exercised upon him. At the present moment the source of his satisfaction was the fact that he had stopped my expedition to 'Auntie's.' He grew extraordinarily gay, called for another bottle of champagne (which was against his rules), invited some one who was a perfect stranger into our room, plied him with wine, sang 'Gaudeamus igitur,' requested every one to join him in the chorus, and proposed that we should and rink at the Sokolniki. [Mews.]
'Let us enjoy ourselves to- night,' he said with a laugh. 'It is in honour of his matriculation that you now see me getting drunk for the first time in my life.'
Yet somehow this merriment sat ill upon him. He was like some good-natured father or tutor who is pleased with his young charges, and lets himself go for their amusement, yet at the same time tries to show them that one can enjoy oneself decently and in an honourable manner. However, his unexpected gaiety had an infectious influence upon myself and my companions, and the more so because each of us had now drunk about half a bottle of champagne.
It was in this pleasing frame of mind that I went out into the main salon to smoke a cigarette which Dubkoff had given me. In rising I noticed that my head seemed to swim a little, and that my legs and arms retained their natural positions only when I bent my thoughts determinedly upon them. At other moments my legs would deviate from the straight line, and my arms describe strange gestures. I concentrated my whole attention upon the members in question, forced my hands first to raise themselves and button my tunic, and then to smooth my hair (though they ruffled my locks in doing so), and lastly commanded my legs to march me to the door-a function which they duly performed, though at one time with too much reluctance, and at another with too much ABANDON (the left leg, in particular, coming to a halt every moment on tiptoe). Some one called out to me, 'Where are you going to? They will bring you a cigar-light directly,' but I guessed the voice to be Woloda's, and, feeling satisfied, somehow, that I had succeeded in divining the fact, merely smiled airily in reply, and continued on my way.
XVI. THE QUARREL
In the main salon I perceived sitting at a small table a short, squat gentleman of the professional type. He had a red moustache, and was engaged in eating something or another, while by his side sat a tall, clean-shaven individual with whom he was carrying on a conversation in French. Somehow the aspect of these two persons displeased me; yet I decided, for all that, to light my cigarette at the candelabrum which was standing before them. Looking from side to side, to avoid meeting their gaze, I approached the table, and applied my cigarette to the flame. When it was fairly alight, I involuntarily threw a glance at the gentleman who was eating, and found his grey eyes fixed upon me with an expression of intense displeasure. Just as I was turning away his red moustache moved a little, and he said in French:
'I do not like people to smoke when I am dining, my good sir.'
I murmured something inaudible.
'No, I do not like it at all,' he went on sternly, and with a glance at his clean- shaven companion, as though inviting him to admire the way in which he was about to deal with me. 'I do not like it, my good sir, nor do I like people who have the impudence to puff their smoke up one's very nose.'
By this time I had gathered that it was myself he was scolding, and at first felt as though I had been altogether in the wrong.
'I did not mean to inconvenience you,' I said.
'Well, if you did not suppose you were being impertinent, at least I did! You are a cad, young sir!' he shouted in reply.
'But what right have you to shout at me like that?' I exclaimed, feeling that it was now HE that was insulting ME, and growing angry accordingly.
'This much right,' he replied, 'that I never allow myself to be overlooked by any one, and that I always teach young fellows like yourself their manners. What is your name, young sir, and where do you live?'
At this I felt so hurt that my teeth chattered, and I felt as though I were choking. Yet all the while I was conscious of being in the wrong, and so, instead of offering any further rudeness to the offended one, humbly told him my name and address.
'And MY name, young sir,' he returned, 'is Kolpikoff, and I will trouble you to be more polite to me in future.-However, You will hear from me again' ('vous aurez de mes nouvelles'-the conversation had been carried on wholly in French), was his concluding remark.
To this I replied, 'I shall be delighted,' with an infusion of as much hauteur as I could muster into my tone. Then, turning on my heel, I returned with my cigarette-which had meanwhile gone out-to our own room.
I said nothing, either to my brother or my friends, about what had happened (and the more so because they were at that moment engaged in a dispute of their own), but sat down in a corner to think over the strange affair. The words, 'You are a cad, young sir,' vexed me more and more the longer that they sounded in my ears. My tipsiness was gone now, and, in considering my conduct during the dispute, the uncomfortable thought came over me that I had behaved like a coward.
'Yet what right had he to attack me?' I reflected. 'Why did he not simply intimate to me that I was annoying him? After all, it may have been he that was in the wrong. Why, too, when he called me a young cad, did I not say to him, 'A cad, my good sir, is one who takes offence'? Or why did I not simply tell him to hold his tongue? That would have been the better course. Or why did I not challenge him to a duel? No, I did none of those things, but swallowed his insults like a wretched coward.'
Still the words, 'You are a cad, young sir,' kept sounding in my ears with maddening iteration. 'I cannot leave things as they are,' I at length decided as I rose to my feet with the fixed intention of returning to the gentleman and saying something outrageous to him-perhaps, also, of breaking the candelabrum over his head if occasion offered. Yet, though I considered the advisability of this last measure with some pleasure, it was not without a good deal of trepidation that I re-entered the main salon. As luck would have it, M. Kolpikoff was no longer there, but only a waiter engaged in clearing the table. For a moment I felt like telling the waiter the whole story, and explaining to him my innocence in the matter, but for some reason or another I thought better of it, and once more returned, in the same hazy condition of mind, to our own room.
'What has become of our DIPLOMAT?' Dubkoff was just saying. 'Upon him now hang the fortunes of Europe.'
'Oh, leave me alone,' I said, turning moodily away. Then, as I paced the room, something made me begin to think that Dubkoff was not altogether a good fellow. 'There is nothing very much to admire in his eternal jokes and his nickname of 'DIPLOMAT,'' I reflected. 'All he thinks about is to win money from Woloda and to go and see his 'Auntie.' There is nothing very nice in all that. Besides, everything he says has a touch of blackguardism in it, and he is forever trying to make people laugh. In my opinion he is simply stupid when he is not absolutely a brute.' I spent about five minutes in these reflections, and felt my enmity towards Dubkoff continually increasing. For his part, he took no notice of me, and that angered me the more. I actually felt vexed with Woloda and Dimitri because they went on talking to him.
'I tell you what, gentlemen: the DIPLOMAT ought to be christened,' said Dubkoff suddenly, with a glance and a smile which seemed to me derisive, and even treacherous. 'Yet, O Lord, what a poor specimen he is!'
'You yourself ought to be christened, and you yourself are a sorry specimen!' I retorted with an evil smile, and actually forgetting to address him as 'thou.' [In Russian as in French, the second person singular is the form of speech used between intimate friends.]
This reply evidently surprised Dubkoff, but he turned away good-humouredly, and went on talking to Woloda and Dimitri. I tried to edge myself into the conversation, but, since I felt that I could not keep it up, I soon returned to my corner, and remained there until we left.
When the bill had been paid and wraps were being put on, Dubkoff turned to Dimitri and said: 'Whither are Orestes and Pedalion going now? Home, I suppose, to talk about love. Well, let US go and see my dear Auntie. That will be far more entertaining than your sour company.'
'How dare you speak like that, and laugh at us?' I burst out as I approached him with clenched fists. 'How dare you laugh at feelings which you do not understand? I will not have you do it! Hold your tongue!' At this point I had to hold my own, for I did not know what to say next, and was, moreover, out of breath with excitement. At first
