'Good-bye, Kirillov.'
'Come at night. When?'
'Why, you haven't forgotten about tomorrow?'
'Ah, I forgot, don't worry, I won't oversleep; at nine o'clock. I can wake up whenever I want to. I go to bed and say: at seven o'clock, and I wake up at seven; at ten o'clock, and I wake up at ten.'
'You have remarkable qualities,' Nikolai Vsevolodovich looked at his pale face.
'I'll go and unlock the gate.'
'Don't bother. Shatov will unlock it.'
'Ah, Shatov. Very well, good-bye.'
VI
The porch of the empty house where Shatov lodged was not locked; but on going into the entryway, Stavrogin found himself in complete darkness and began feeling with his hand for the stairway to the attic. Suddenly the door opened upstairs and light appeared; Shatov did not come out himself, but only opened his door. When Nikolai Vsevolodovich stood on the threshold of the room, he made him out in the corner by the table, standing expectantly.
'Will you receive me on business?' he asked from the threshold.
'Come in and sit down,' Shatov replied, 'lock the door—wait, I'll do it.'
He locked the door with a key, went back to the table, and sat down facing Nikolai Vsevolodovich. During that week he had lost weight and now seemed to be in a fever.
'You've been tormenting me,' he said, looking down, in a soft half-whisper, 'why didn't you come?'
'Were you so certain I'd come?'
'Yes, wait, I was delirious... maybe I'm delirious now... Wait.'
He stood up and got hold of something on the topmost of his three bookshelves, on the edge. It was a revolver.
'One night I had a delirium that you would come and kill me, and early in the morning I bought a revolver with my last money, from that worthless Lyamshin; I didn't want to give in to you. Later I came to my senses ... I have no powder or bullets; it's been lying on the shelf ever since. Wait...'
He rose and opened the vent window.[89]
'Don't throw it out, what for?' Nikolai Vsevolodovich stopped him. 'It cost money, and tomorrow people will start saying there are revolvers lying around under Shatov's window. Put it back, so, and sit down. Tell me, why are you as if repenting before me for thinking I would come and kill you? And I haven't come now to make peace, but to talk about necessary things. Explain to me, first of all: you didn't hit me because of my liaison with your wife?'
'You know I didn't,' Shatov looked down again.
'And not because you believed the stupid gossip about Darya Pavlovna?'
'No, no, of course not! Stupid! My sister told me from the very beginning .. .' Shatov said impatiently and sharply, even stamping his foot slightly.
'Then I guessed right, and so did you,' Stavrogin continued in a calm tone. 'It's true: Marya Timofeevna Lebyadkin is my lawful wife, married to me in Petersburg about four and a half years ago. You hit me on account of her, didn't you?'
Shatov, totally astounded, listened and said nothing.
'I guessed, but didn't believe it,' he finally muttered, looking strangely at Stavrogin.
'And you hit me?'
Shatov blushed and began to mutter almost incoherently:
'For your fall... for the lie. I didn't go up to you in order to punish you; as I was going I didn't know I would hit you ... It was for your having meant so much in my life... I...'
'I understand, I understand, save your words. It's too bad you're in a fever; I've come with the most necessary business.'
'I've been waiting too long for you,' Shatov somehow nearly shook all over and rose slightly from his seat. 'Tell me your business, I'll tell you, too... afterwards...'
He sat down.
'The business isn't of that kind,' Nikolai Vsevolodovich began, studying him with curiosity. 'Owing to certain circumstances, I was obliged to choose this hour, today, to come and warn you that it's possible you will be killed.'
Shatov stared wildly at him.
'I knew I could be in danger,' he said in measured tones, 'but you, how can you know it?'
'Because I, too, belong to them, as you do, and am a member of their society, as you are.'
'You... you are a member of the society?'
'I see by your eyes that you expected anything but that from me,' Nikolai Vsevolodovich grinned slightly. 'But, I beg your pardon, so you already knew there was to be an attempt against you?'
'I never thought so. And don't think so now, either, in spite of your words, though... though who could vouch for anything with those fools!' he suddenly cried out in fury, banging his fist on the table. 'I'm not afraid of them! I've broken with them. That one ran by four times and said it was possible ... but,' he looked at Stavrogin, 'what do you
