Part 12 (1/2)
Again Lavretsky did not sleep all night. He was not sad, he was not agitated, he was quite clam; but he could not sleep. He did not even remember the past; he simply looked at his life; his heart beat slowly and evenly; the hours glided by; he did not even think of sleep. Only at times the thought flashed through his brain: ”But it is not true, it is all nonsense,” and he stood still, bowed his head and again began to ponder on the life before him.
Chapter XXIX
Marya Dmitrievna did not give Lavretsky an over-cordial welcome when he made his appearance the following day. ”Upon my word, he's always in and out,” she thought. She did not much care for him, and Pans.h.i.+n, under whose influence she was, had been very artful and disparaging in his praises of him the evening before. And as she did not regard him as a visitor, and did not consider it necessary to entertain a relation, almost one of the family, it came to pa.s.s that in less than half-an hour's time he found himself walking in an avenue in the grounds with Lisa. Lenotchka and Shurotchka were running about a few paces from them in the flower-garden.
Lisa was as calm as usual but more than usually pale. She took out of her pocket and held out to Lavretsky the sheet of the newspaper folded up small.
”That is terrible!” she said.
Lavretsky made no reply.
”But perhaps it is not true, though,” added Lisa.
”That is why I asked you not to speak of it to any one.”
Lisa walked on a little.
”Tell me,” she began: ”you are not grieved? not at all?”
”I do not know myself what I feel,” replied Lavretsky.
”But you loved her once?”
”Yes.”
”Very much?”
”Yes.”
”So you are not grieved at her death?”
”She was dead to me long ago.”
”It is sinful to say that. Do not be angry with me. You call me your friend: a friend may say everything. To me it is really terrible....
Yesterday there was an evil look in your face.... Do you remember not long ago how you abused her, and she, perhaps, at that very time was dead? It is terrible. It has been sent to you as a punishment.”
Lavretsky smiled bitterly.
”Do you think so? At least, I am now free.”
Lisa gave a slight shudder.
”Stop, do not talk like that. Of what use is your freedom to you? You ought not to be thinking of that now, but of forgiveness.”
”I forgave her long ago,” Lavretsky interposed with a gesture of the hand.
”No, that is not it,” replied Lisa, flus.h.i.+ng. ”You did not understand me. You ought to be seeking to be forgiven.”