Part 25 (1/2)

”Certainly I did: I gave him your dress-s.h.i.+rt, and I put on him an overcoat of mine. You want to help such a man as that, he's a fine fellow.” Zakhar smiled. ”He asked me what rank you were, and if you had had important acquaintances, and how many _souls_ of peasantry you had.”

”Very good: but now we must send and find him; and henceforth don't give him any thing to drink, otherwise you'll do him more harm than good.”

”That is true,” said Zakhar in a.s.sent. ”He doesn't seem in very robust health: we used to have an overseer who, like him”....

Delesof, who had already long ago heard the story of the drunken overseer, did not give Zakhar time to finish, but bade him make every thing ready for the night, and then go out and bring the musician back.

He threw himself down on his bed, and put out the candle; but it was long before he fell asleep, for thinking about Albert.

”This may seem strange to some of my friends,” said Delesof to himself, ”but how seldom it is that I can do any thing for any one beside myself!

and I ought to thank G.o.d for a chance when one presents itself. I will not send him away. I will do every thing, at least every thing that I can, to help him. Maybe he is not absolutely crazy, but only inclined to get drunk.

It certainly will not cost me very much. Where one is, there is always enough to satisfy two. Let him live with me a while, and then we will find him a place, or get him up a concert; we'll help him off the shoals, and then there will be time enough to see what will come of it.” An agreeable sense of self-satisfaction came over him after making this resolution.

”Certainly I am not a bad man: I might say I am far from being a bad man,”

he thought. ”I might go so far as to say that I am a good man, when I compare myself with others.”

He was just dropping off to sleep when the sound of opening doors, and steps in the ante-room, roused him again. ”Well, shall I treat him rather severely?” he asked himself; ”I suppose that is best, and I ought to do it.”

He rang.

”Well, did you find him?” he asked of Zakhar, who answered his call.

”He's a poor, wretched fellow, Dmitri Ivanovitch,” said Zakhar, shaking his head significantly, and closing his eyes.

”What! is he drunk?”

”Very weak.”

”Had he the violin with him?”

”I brought it: the lady gave it to me.”

”All right. Now please don't bring him to me to-night: let him sleep it off; and to-morrow don't under any circ.u.mstances let him out of the house.”

But before Zakhar had time to leave the room, Albert came in.

V.

”You don't mean to say that you've gone to bed at this time,” said Albert with a smile. ”I was there again, at Anna Ivanovna's. I spent a very pleasant evening. We had music, told stories; there was a very pleasant company there. Please let me have a gla.s.s of something to drink,” he added, seizing a carafe of water that stood on the table, ”only not water.”

Albert was just as he had been the night before,--the same lovely smiling eyes and lips, the same fresh inspired brow, and weak features. Zakhar's overcoat fitted him as though it had been made for him, and the clean, tall, stiffly-starched collar of the dress-s.h.i.+rt picturesquely fitted around his delicate white neck, giving him a peculiarly childlike and innocent appearance.

He sat down on Delesof's bed, smiling with pleasure and grat.i.tude, and looked at him without speaking. Delesof gazed into Albert's eyes, and suddenly felt himself once under the sway of that smile. All desire for sleep vanished from him, he forgot his resolution to be stern: on the contrary, he felt like having a gay time, to hear some music, and to talk confidentially with Albert till morning. Delesof bade Zakhar bring a bottle of wine, cigarettes, and the violin.

”This is excellent,” said Albert. ”It's early yet, we'll have a little music. I will play whatever you like.”

Zakhar, with evident satisfaction, brought a bottle of Lafitte, two gla.s.ses, some mild cigarettes such as Albert smoked, and the violin. But, instead of going off to bed as his barin bade him, he lighted a cigar, and sat down in the next room.

”Let us talk instead,” said Delesof to the musician, who was beginning to tune the violin.