'But mistakes may be made!'
'Yes, but it's no use to be afraid of getting your feet wet when you are threatened with the deluge!'
'That's philosophy,' laughed the deacon.
'Not a bit of it. You are so corrupted by your seminary philosophy that you want to see nothing but fog in everything. The abstract studies with which your youthful head is stuffed are called abstract just because they abstract your minds from what is obvious. Look the devil straight in the eye, and if he's the devil, tell him he's the devil, and don't go calling to Kant or Hegel for explanations.'
The zoologist paused and went on:
'Twice two's four, and a stone's a stone. Here to-morrow we have a duel. You and I will say it's stupid and absurd, that the duel is out of date, that there is no real difference between the aristocratic duel and the drunken brawl in the pot-house, and yet we shall not stop, we shall go there and fight. So there is some force stronger than our reasoning. We shout that war is plunder, robbery, atrocity, fratricide; we cannot look upon blood without fainting; but the French or the Germans have only to insult us for us to feel at once an exaltation of spirit; in the most genuine way we shout 'Hurrah!' and rush to attack the foe. You will invoke the blessing of God on our weapons, and our valour will arouse universal and general enthusiasm. Again it follows that there is a force, if not higher, at any rate stronger, than us and our philosophy. We can no more stop it than that cloud which is moving upwards over the sea. Don't be hypocritical, don't make a long nose at it on the sly; and don't say, 'Ah, old- fashioned, stupid! Ah, it's inconsistent with Scripture!' but look it straight in the face, recognise its rational lawfulness, and when, for instance, it wants to destroy a rotten, scrofulous, corrupt race, don't hinder it with your pilules and misunderstood quotations from the Gospel. Leskov has a story of a conscientious Danila who found a leper outside the town, and fed and warmed him in the name of love and of Christ. If that Danila had really loved humanity, he would have dragged the leper as far as possible from the town, and would have flung him in a pit, and would have gone to save the healthy. Christ, I hope, taught us a rational, intelligent, practical love.'
'What a fellow you are!' laughed the deacon. 'You don't believe in Christ. Why do you mention His name so often?'
'Yes, I do believe in Him. Only, of course, in my own way, not in yours. Oh, deacon, deacon!' laughed the zoologist; he put his arm round the deacon's waist, and said gaily: 'Well? Are you coming with us to the duel to- morrow?'
'My orders don't allow it, or else I should come.'
'What do you mean by 'orders'?'
'I have been consecrated. I am in a state of grace.'
'Oh, deacon, deacon,' repeated Von Koren, laughing, 'I love talking to you.'
'You say you have faith,' said the deacon. 'What sort of faith is it? Why, I have an uncle, a priest, and he believes so that when in time of drought he goes out into the fields to pray for rain, he takes his umbrella and leather overcoat for fear of getting wet through on his way home. That's faith! When he speaks of Christ, his face is full of radiance, and all the peasants, men and women, weep floods of tears. He would stop that cloud and put all those forces you talk about to flight. Yes . . . faith moves mountains.'
The deacon laughed and slapped the zoologist on the shoulder.
'Yes . . .' he went on; 'here you are teaching all the time, fathoming the depths of the ocean, dividing the weak and the strong, writing books and challenging to duels -- and everything remains as it is; but, behold! some feeble old man will mutter just one word with a holy spirit, or a new Mahomet, with a sword, will gallop from Arabia, and everything will be topsy-turvy, and in Europe not one stone will be left standing upon another.'
'Well, deacon, that's on the knees of the gods.'
'Faith without works is dead, but works without faith are worse still -- mere waste of time and nothing more.'
The doctor came into sight on the sea-front. He saw the deacon and the zoologist, and went up to them.
'I believe everything is ready,' he said, breathing hard. 'Govorovsky and Boyko will be the seconds. They will start at five o'clock in the morning. How it has clouded over,' he said, looking at the sky. 'One can see nothing; there will be rain directly.'
'I hope you are coming with us?' said the zoologist.
'No, God preserve me; I'm worried enough as it is. Ustimovitch is going instead of me. I've spoken to him already.'
Far over the sea was a flash of lightning, followed by a hollow roll of thunder.
'How stifling it is before a storm!' said Von Koren. 'I bet you've been to Laevsky already and have been weeping on his bosom.'
'Why should I go to him?' answered the doctor in confusion. 'What next?'
Before sunset he had walked several times along the boulevard and the street in the hope of meeting Laevsky. He was ashamed of his hastiness and the sudden outburst of friendliness which had followed it. He wanted to apologise to Laevsky in a joking tone, to give him a good talking to, to soothe him and to tell him that the duel was a survival of medi?val barbarism, but that Providence itself had brought them to the duel as a means of reconciliation; that the next day, both being splendid and highly intelligent people, they would, after exchanging shots, appreciate each other's noble qualities and would become friends. But he could not come across Laevsky.
'What should I go and see him for?' repeated Samoylenko. 'I did not insult him; he insulted me. Tell me, please, why he attacked me. What harm had I done him? I go into the drawing-room, and, all of a sudden, without the least provocation: 'Spy!' There's a nice thing! Tell me, how did it begin? What did you say to him?'
'I told him his position was hopeless. And I was right. It is only honest men or scoundrels who can find an escape from any position, but one who wants to be at the same time an honest man and a scoundrel -- it is a hopeless position. But it's eleven o'clock, gentlemen, and we have to be up early to-morrow.'
There was a sudden gust of wind; it blew up the dust on the sea-front, whirled it round in eddies, with a howl that drowned the roar of the sea.
