'To assemble here, downstairs?'
'Yes, sir. Before supper they read a list: since August up to today Natalya Gavrilovna has collected eight thousand roubles, besides corn. Thank God. . . . What I think is that if our mistress does take trouble for the salvation of her soul, she will soon collect a lot. There are plenty of rich people here.'
Dismissing Alexey, I put out the light and drew the bedclothes over my head.
'After all, why am I so troubled?' I thought. 'What force draws me to the starving peasants like a butterfly to a flame? I don't know them, I don't understand them; I have never seen them and I don't like them. Why this uneasiness?'
I suddenly crossed myself under the quilt.
'But what a woman she is!' I said to myself, thinking of my wife. 'There's a regular committee held in the house without my knowing. Why this secrecy? Why this conspiracy? What have I done to them? Ivan Ivanitch is right -- I must go away.'
Next morning I woke up firmly resolved to go away. The events of the previous day -- the conversation at tea, my wife, Sobol, the supper, my apprehensions -- worried me, and I felt glad to think of getting away from the surroundings which reminded me of all that. While I was drinking my coffee the bailiff gave me a long report on various matters. The most agreeable item he saved for the last.
'The thieves who stole our rye have been found,' he announced with a smile. 'The magistrate arrested three peasants at Pestrovo yesterday.'
'Go away!' I shouted at him; and a propos of nothing, I picked up the cake-basket and flung it on the floor.
IV
After lunch I rubbed my hands, and thought I must go to my wife and tell her that I was going away. Why? Who cared? Nobody cares, I answered, but why shouldn't I tell her, especially as it would give her nothing but pleasure? Besides, to go away after our yesterday's quarrel without saying a word would not be quite tactful: she might think that I was frightened of her, and perhaps the thought that she has driven me out of my house may weigh upon her. It would be just as well, too, to tell her that I subscribe five thousand, and to give her some advice about the organization, and to warn her that her inexperience in such a complicated and responsible matter might lead to most lamentable results. In short, I wanted to see my wife, and while I thought of various pretexts for going to her, I had a firm conviction in my heart that I should do so.
It was still light when I went in to her, and the lamps had not yet been lighted. She was sitting in her study, which led from the drawing-room to her bedroom, and, bending low over the table, was writing something quickly. Seeing me, she started, got up from the table, and remained standing in an attitude such as to screen her papers from me.
'I beg your pardon, I have only come for a minute,' I said, and, I don't know why, I was overcome with embarrassment. 'I have learnt by chance that you are organizing relief for the famine, Natalie.'
'Yes, I am. But that's my business,' she answered.
'Yes, it is your business,' I said softly. 'I am glad of it, for it just fits in with my intentions. I beg your permission to take part in it.'
'Forgive me, I cannot let you do it,' she said in response, and looked away.
'Why not, Natalie?' I said quietly. 'Why not? I, too, am well fed and I, too, want to help the hungry.'
'I don't know what it has to do with you,' she said with a contemptuous smile, shrugging her shoulders. 'Nobody asks you.'
'Nobody asks you, either, and yet you have got up a regular committee in
'I am asked, but you can have my word for it no one will ever ask you. Go and help where you are not known.'
'For God's sake, don't talk to me in that tone.' I tried to be mild, and besought myself most earnestly not to lose my temper. For the first few minutes I felt glad to be with my wife. I felt an atmosphere of youth, of home, of feminine softness, of the most refined elegance -- exactly what was lacking on my floor and in my life altogether. My wife was wearing a pink flannel dressing-gown; it made her look much younger, and gave a softness to her rapid and sometimes abrupt movements. Her beautiful dark hair, the mere sight of which at one time stirred me to passion, had from sitting so long with her head bent come loose from the comb and was untidy, but, to my eyes, that only made it look more rich and luxuriant. All this, though is banal to the point of vulgarity. Before me stood an ordinary woman, perhaps neither beautiful nor elegant, but this was my wife with whom I had once lived, and with whom I should have been living to this day if it had not been for her unfortunate character; she was the one human being on the terrestrial globe whom I loved. At this moment, just before going away, when I knew that I should no longer see her even through the window, she seemed to me fascinating even as she was, cold and forbidding, answering me with a proud and contemptuous mockery. I was proud of her, and confessed to myself that to go away from her was terrible and impossible.
'Pavel Andreitch,' she said after a brief silence, 'for two years we have not interfered with each other but have lived quietly. Why do you suddenly feel it necessary to go back to the past? Yesterday you came to insult and humiliate me,' she went on, raising her voice, and her face flushed and her eyes flamed with hatred; 'but restrain yourself; do not do it, Pavel Andreitch! Tomorrow I will send in a petition and they will give me a passport, and I will go away; I will go! I will go! I'll go into a convent, into a widows' home, into an almshouse. . . .'
'Into a lunatic asylum!' I cried, not able to restrain myself.
'Well, even into a lunatic asylum! That would be better, that would be better,' she cried, with flashing eyes. 'When I was in Pestrovo today I envied the sick and starving peasant women because they are not living with a man like you. They are free and honest, while, thanks to you, I am a parasite, I am perishing in idleness, I eat your bread, I spend your money, and I repay you with my liberty and a fidelity which is of no use to any one. Because you won't give me a passport, I must respect your good name, though it doesn't exist.'
I had to keep silent. Clenching my teeth, I walked quickly into the drawing-room, but turned back at once and said:
'I beg you earnestly that there should be no more assemblies, plots, and meetings of conspirators in my house! I only admit to my house those with whom I am acquainted, and let all your crew find another place to do it if they
