IN point of fact, Varia had rather exaggerated the certainty of her news as to the prince's betrothal1 to Aglaya. Very likely, with the perspicacity2 of her sex, she gave out as an accomplished3 fact what she felt was pretty sure to become a fact in a few days. Perhaps she could not resist the satisfaction of pouring one last drop of bitterness into her brother Gania's cup, in spite of her love for him. At all events, she had been unable to obtain any definite news from the Epanchin girls--the most she could get out of them being hints and surmises4, and so on. Perhaps Aglaya's sisters had merely been pumping Varia for news while pretending to impart information; or perhaps, again, they had been unable to resist the feminine gratification of teasing a friend--for, after all this time, they could scarcely have helped divining the aim of her frequent visits.
On the other hand, the prince, although he had told Lebedeff,--as we know, that nothing had happened, and that he had nothing to impart,--the prince may have been in error. Something strange seemed to have happened, without anything definite having actually happened. Varia had guessed that with her true feminine instinct.
How or why it came about that everyone at the Epanchins' became imbued6 with one conviction--that something very important had happened to Aglaya, and that her fate was in process of settlement--it would be very difficult to explain. But no sooner had this idea taken root, than all at once declared that they had seen and observed it long ago; that they had remarked it at the time of the "poor knight7" joke, and even before, though they had been unwilling8 to believe in such nonsense.
So said the sisters. Of course, Lizabetha Prokofievna had foreseen it long before the rest; her "heart had been sore" for a long while, she declared, and it was now so sore that she appeared to be quite overwhelmed, and the very thought of the prince became distasteful to her.
There was a question to be decided9--most important, but most difficult; so much so, that Mrs. Epanchin did not even see how to put it into words. Would the prince do or not? Was all this good or bad? If good (which might be the case, of course), WHY good? If bad (which was hardly doubtful), WHEREIN, especially, bad? Even the general, the paterfamilias, though astonished at first, suddenly declared that, "upon his honour, he really believed he had fancied something of the kind, after all. At first, it seemed a new idea, and then, somehow, it looked as familiar as possible." His wife frowned him down there. This was in the morning; but in the evening, alone with his wife, he had given tongue again.
"Well, really, you know"--(silence)--"of course, you know all this is very strange, if true, which I cannot deny; but"-- (silence).--" But, on the other hand, if one looks things in the face, you know--upon my honour, the prince is a rare good fellow-- and--and--and--well, his name, you know--your family name--all this looks well, and perpetuates10 the name and title and all that-- which at this moment is not standing11 so high as it might--from one point of view--don't you know? The world, the world is the world, of course--and people will talk--and--and--the prince has property, you know--if it is not very large--and then he--he--" (Continued silence, and collapse12 of the general.)
Hearing these words from her husband, Lizabetha Prokofievna was driven beside herself.
According to her opinion, the whole thing had been one huge, fantastical, absurd, unpardonable mistake. "First of all, this prince is an idiot, and, secondly13, he is a fool--knows nothing of the world, and has no place in it. Whom can he be shown to? Where can you take him to? What will old Bielokonski say? We never thought of such a husband as THAT for our Aglaya!"
Of course, the last argument was the chief one. The maternal14 heart trembled with indignation to think of such an absurdity15, although in that heart there rose another voice, which said: "And WHY is not the prince such a husband as you would have desired for Aglaya?" It was this voice which annoyed Lizabetha Prokofievna more than anything else.
For some reason or other, the sisters liked the idea of the prince. They did not even consider it very strange; in a word, they might be expected at any moment to range themselves strongly on his side. But both of them decided to say nothing either way. It had always been noticed in the family that the stronger Mrs. Epanchin's opposition16 was to any project, the nearer she was, in reality, to giving in.
Alexandra, however, found it difficult to keep absolute silence on the subject. Long since holding, as she did, the post of "confidential17 adviser18 to mamma," she was now perpetually called in council, and asked her opinion, and especially her assistance, in order to recollect19 "how on earth all this happened?" Why did no one see it? Why did no one say anything about it? What did all that wretched "poor knight" joke mean? Why was she, Lizabetha Prokofievna, driven to think, and foresee, and worry for everybody, while they all sucked their thumbs, and counted the crows in the garden, and did nothing? At first, Alexandra had been very careful, and had merely replied that perhaps her father's remark was not so far out: that, in the eyes of the world, probably the choice of the prince as a husband for one of the Epanchin girls would be considered a very wise one. Warming up, however, she added that the prince was by no means a fool, and never had been; and that as to "place in the world," no one knew what the position of a respectable person in Russia would imply in a few years--whether it would depend on successes in the government service, on the old system, or what.
To all this her mother replied that Alexandra was a freethinker, and that all this was due to that "cursed woman's rights question."
Half an hour after this conversation, she went off to town, and thence to the Kammenny Ostrof, ["Stone Island," a suburb and park of St. Petersburg] to see Princess Bielokonski, who had just arrived from Moscow on a short visit. The princess was Aglaya's godmother.
"Old Bielokonski"listened to all the fevered and despairing lamentations of Lizabetha Prokofievna without the least emotion; the tears of this sorrowful mother did not evoke20 answering sighs-- in fact, she laughed at her. She was a dreadful old despot, this princess; she could not allow equality in anything, not even in friendship of the oldest standing, and she insisted on treating Mrs. Epanchin as her protegee, as she had been thirty-five years ago. She could never put up with the independence and energy of Lizabetha's character. She observed that, as usual, the whole family had gone much too far ahead, and had converted a fly into an elephant; that, so far as she had heard their story, she was persuaded that nothing of any seriousness had occurred; that it would surely be better to wait until something DID happen; that the prince, in her opinion, was a very decent young fellow, though perhaps a little eccentric, through illness, and not quite as weighty in the world as one could wish. The worst feature was, she said, Nastasia Philipovna.
Lizabetha Prokofievna well understood that the old lady was angry at the failure of Evgenie Pavlovitch--her own recommendation. She returned home to Pavlofsk in a worse humour than when she left, and of course everybody in the house suffered. She pitched into everyone, because, she declared, they had 'gone mad.' Why were things always mismanaged in her house? Why had everybody been in such a frantic21 hurry in this matter? So far as she could see, nothing whatever had happened. Surely they had better wait and see what was to happen, instead of making mountains out of molehills.
And so the conclusion of the matter was that it would be far better to take it quietly, and wait coolly to see what would turn up. But, alas22! peace did not reign23 for more than ten minutes. The first blow dealt to its power was in certain news communicated to Lizabetha Prokofievna as to events which bad happened during her trip to see the princess. (This trip had taken place the day after that on which the prince had turned up at the Epanchins at nearly one o'clock at night, thinking it was nine.)
The sisters replied candidly24 and fully25 enough to their mother's impatient questions on her return. They said, in the first place, that nothing particular had happened since her departure; that the prince had been, and that Aglaya had kept him waiting a long while before she appeared--half an hour, at least; that she had then come in, and immediately asked the prince to have a game of chess; that the prince did not know the game, and Aglaya had beaten him easily; that she had been in a wonderfully merry mood, and had laughed at the prince, and chaffed him so unmercifully that one was quite sorry to see his wretched expression.
She had then asked him to play cards--the game called "little fools." At this game the tables were turned completely, for the prince had shown himself a master at it. Aglaya had cheated and changed cards, and stolen others, in the most bare-faced way, but, in spite of everything the prince had beaten her hopelessly five times running, and she had been left "little fool" each time.
Aglaya then lost her temper, and began to say such awful things to the prince that he laughed no more, but grew dreadfully pale, especially when she said that she should not remain in the house with him, and that he ought to be ashamed of coming to their house at all, especially at night, "AFTER ALL THAT HAD HAPPENED."
So saying, she had left the room, banging the door after her, and the prince went off, looking as though he were on his way to a funeral, in spite of all their attempts at consolation27.
Suddenly, a quarter of an hour after the prince's departure, Aglaya had rushed out of her room in such a hurry that she had not even wiped her eyes, which were full of tears. She came back because Colia had brought a hedgehog. Everybody came in to see the hedgehog. In answer to their questions Colia explained that the hedgehog was not his, and that he had left another boy, Kostia Lebedeff, waiting for him outside. Kostia was too shy to come in, because he was carrying a hatchet28; they had bought the hedgehog and the hatchet from a peasant whom they had met on the road. He had offered to sell them the hedgehog, and they had paid fifty copecks for it; and the hatchet had so taken their fancy that they had made up their minds to buy it of their own accord. On hearing this, Aglaya urged Colia to sell her the hedgehog; she even called him "dear Colia," in trying to coax29 him. He refused for a long time, but at last he could hold out no more, and went to fetch Kostia Lebedeff. The latter appeared, carrying his hatchet, and covered with confusion. Then it came out that the hedgehog was not theirs, but the property of a schoolmate, one Petroff, who had given them some money to buy Schlosser's History for him, from another schoolfellow who at that moment was driven to raising money by the sale of his books. Colia and Kostia were about to make this purchase for their friend when chance brought the hedgehog to their notice, and they had succumbed30 to the temptation of buying it. They were now taking Petroff the hedgehog and hatchet which they had bought with his money, instead of Schiosser's History. But Aglaya so entreated31 them that at last they consented to sell her the hedgehog. As soon as she had got possession of it, she put it in a wicker basket with Colia's help, and covered it with a napkin. Then she said to Colia: "Go and take this hedgehog to the prince from me, and ask him to accept it as a token of my profound respect." Colia joyfully32 promised to do the errand, but he demanded explanations. "What does the hedgehog mean? What is the meaning of such a present?" Aglaya replied that it was none of his business. " I am sure that there is some allegory about it," Colia persisted. Aglaya grew angry, and called him "a silly boy." "If I did not respect all women in your person," replied Colia, "and if my own principles would permit it, I would soon prove to you, that I know how to answer such an insult!" But, in the end, Colia went off with the hedgehog in great delight, followed by Kostia Lebedeff. Aglaya's annoyance33 was soon over, and seeing that Colia was swinging the hedgehog's basket violently to and fro, she called out to him from the verandah, as if they had never quarrelled: "Colia, dear, please take care not to drop him!" Colia appeared to have no grudge34 against her, either, for he stopped, and answered most cordially: "No, I will not drop him! Don't be afraid, Aglaya Ivanovna!" After which he went on his way. Aglaya burst out laughing and ran up to her room, highly delighted. Her good spirits lasted the whole day.
All this filled poor Lizabetha's mind with chaotic35 confusion. What on earth did it all mean? The most disturbing feature was the hedgehog. What was the symbolic36 signification of a hedgehog? What did they understand by it? What underlay37 it? Was it a cryptic38 message?
Poor General Epanchin "put his foot in it" by answering the above questions in his own way. He said there was no cryptic message at all. As for the hedgehog, it was just a hedgehog, which meant nothing--unless, indeed, it was a pledge of friendship,--the sign of forgetting of offences and so on. At all events, it was a joke, and, of course, a most pardonable and innocent one.
We may as well remark that the general had guessed perfectly39 accurately40.
The prince, returning home from the interview with Aglaya, had sat gloomy and depressed41 for half an hour. He was almost in despair when Colia arrived with the hedgehog.
Then the sky cleared in a moment. The prince seemed to arise from the dead; he asked Colia all about it, made him repeat the story over and over again, and laughed and shook hands with the boys in his delight.
It seemed clear to the prince that Aglaya forgave him, and that he might go there again this very evening; and in his eyes that was not only the main thing, but everything in the world.
"What children we are still, Colia!" he cried at last, enthusiastically,--"and how delightful42 it is that we can be children still!"
"Simply--my dear prince,--simply she is in love with you,--that's the whole of the secret!" replied Colia, with authority.
The prince blushed, but this time he said nothing. Colia burst out laughing and clapped his hands. A minute later the prince laughed too, and from this moment until the evening he looked at his watch every other minute to see how much time he had to wait before evening came.
But the situation was becoming rapidly critical.
Mrs. Epanchin could bear her suspense43 no longer, and in spite of the opposition of husband and daughters, she sent for Aglaya, determined44 to get a straightforward45 answer out of her, once for all.
"Otherwise," she observed hysterically46, "I shall die before evening."
It was only now that everyone realized to what a ridiculous dead- lock the whole matter had been brought. Excepting feigned48 surprise, indignation, laughter, and jeering--both at the prince and at everyone who asked her questions,--nothing could be got out of Aglaya.
Lizabetha Prokofievna went to bed and only rose again in time for tea, when the prince might be expected.
She awaited him in trembling agitation49; and when he at last arrived she nearly went off into hysterics.
Muishkin himself came in very timidly. He seemed to feel his way, and looked in each person's eyes in a questioning way,--for Aglaya was absent, which fact alarmed him at once.
This evening there were no strangers present--no one but the immediate26 members of the family. Prince S. was still in town, occupied with the affairs of Evgenie Pavlovitch's uncle.
"I wish at least HE would come and say something!" complained poor Lizabetha Prokofievna.
The general sat still with a most preoccupied50 air. The sisters were looking very serious and did not speak a word, and Lizabetha Prokofievna did not know how to commence the conversation.
At length she plunged51 into an energetic and hostile criticism of railways, and glared at the prince defiantly52.
Alas Aglaya still did not come--and the prince was quite lost. He had the greatest difficulty in expressing his opinion that railways were most useful institutions,--and in the middle of his speech Adelaida laughed, which threw him into a still worse state of confusion.
At this moment in marched Aglaya, as calm and collected as could be. She gave the prince a ceremonious bow and solemnly took up a prominent position near the big round table. She looked at the prince questioningly.
All present realized that the moment for the settlement of perplexities had arrived.
"Did you get my hedgehog?" she inquired, firmly and almost angrily.
Yes, I got it," said the prince, blushing.
"Tell us now, at once, what you made of the present? I must have you answer this question for mother's sake; she needs pacifying53, and so do all the rest of the family!"
"Look here, Aglaya--" began the general.
"This--this is going beyond all limits!" said Lizabetha Prokofievna, suddenly alarmed.
"It is not in the least beyond all limits, mamma!" said her daughter, firmly. "I sent the prince a hedgehog this morning, and I wish to hear his opinion of it. Go on, prince."
"What--what sort of opinion, Aglaya Ivanovna?"
"About the hedgehog."
"That is--I suppose you wish to know how I received the hedgehog, Aglaya Ivanovna,--or, I should say, how I regarded your sending him to me? In that case, I may tell you--in a word--that I--in fact--"
He paused, breathless.
"Come--you haven't told us much!" said Aglaya, after waiting some five seconds. "Very well, I am ready to drop the hedgehog, if you like; but I am anxious to be able to clear up this accumulation of misunderstandings. Allow me to ask you, prince,--I wish to hear from you, personally--are you making me an offer, or not?"
"Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Lizabetha Prokofievna. The prince started. The general stiffened54 in his chair; the sisters frowned.
"Don't deceive me now, prince--tell the truth. All these people persecute55 me with astounding56 questions--about you. Is there any ground for all these questions, or not? Come!"
"I have not asked you to marry me yet, Aglaya Ivanovna," said the prince, becoming suddenly animated57; "but you know yourself how much I love you and trust you."
"No--I asked you this--answer this! Do you intend to ask for my band, or not?"
"Yes--I do ask for it!" said the prince, more dead than alive now.
There was a general stir in the room.
"No--no--my dear girl," began the general. "You cannot proceed like this, Aglaya, if that's how the matter stands. It's impossible. Prince, forgive it, my dear fellow, but--Lizabetha Prokofievna!"--he appealed to his spouse58 for help--"you must really--"
"Not I--not I! I retire from all responsibility," said Lizabetha Prokofievna, with a wave of the hand.
"Allow me to speak, please, mamma," said Aglaya. "I think I ought to have something to say in the matter. An important moment of my destiny is about to be decided"--(this is how Aglaya expressed herself)--"and I wish to find out how the matter stands, for my own sake, though I am glad you are all here. Allow me to ask you, prince, since you cherish those intentions, how you consider that you will provide for my happiness?"
"I--I don't quite know how to answer your question, Aglaya Ivanovna. What is there to say to such a question? And--and must I answer?"
"I think you are rather overwhelmed and out of breath. Have a little rest, and try to recover yourself. Take a glass of water, or--but they'll give you some tea directly."
"I love you, Aglaya Ivanovna,--I love you very much. I love only you--and--please don't jest about it, for I do love you very much."
"Well, this matter is important. We are not children--we must look into it thoroughly59. Now then, kindly60 tell me--what does your fortune consist of?"
"No--Aglaya--come, enough of this, you mustn't behave like this," said her father, in dismay.
"It's disgraceful," said Lizabetha Prokofievna in a loud whisper.
"She's mad--quite!" said Alexandra.
"Fortune--money--do you mean?" asked the prince in some surprise.
"Just so."
"I have now--let's see--I have a hundred and thirty-five thousand roubles," said the prince, blushing violently.
"Is that all, really?" said Aglaya, candidly, without the slightest show of confusion. "However, it's not so bad, especially if managed with economy. Do you intend to serve?"
"I--I intended to try for a certificate as private tutor."
"Very good. That would increase our income nicely. Have you any intention of being a Kammer-junker?"
"A Kammer-junker? I had not thought of it, but--"
But here the two sisters could restrain themselves no longer, and both of them burst into irrepressible laughter.
Adelaida had long since detected in Aglaya's features the gathering62 signs of an approaching storm of laughter, which she restrained with amazing self-control.
Aglaya looked menacingly at her laughing sisters, but could not contain herself any longer, and the next minute she too had burst into an irrepressible, and almost hysterical47, fit of mirth. At length she jumped up, and ran out of the room.
"I knew it was all a joke!" cried Adelaida. "I felt it ever since--since the hedgehog."
"No, no! I cannot allow this,--this is a little too much," cried Lizabetha Prokofievna, exploding with rage, and she rose from her seat and followed Aglaya out of the room as quickly as she could.
The two sisters hurriedly went after her.
The prince and the general were the only two persons left in the room.
"It's--it's really--now could you have imagined anything like it, Lef Nicolaievitch?" cried the general. He was evidently so much agitated63 that he hardly knew what he wished to say. "Seriously now, seriously I mean--"
"I only see that Aglaya Ivanovna is laughing at me," said the poor prince, sadly.
"Wait a bit, my boy, I'll just go--you stay here, you know. But do just explain, if you can, Lef Nicolaievitch, how in the world has all this come about? And what does it all mean? You must understand, my dear fellow; I am a father, you see, and I ought to be allowed to understand the matter--do explain, I beg you!"
"I love Aglaya Ivanovna--she knows it,--and I think she must have long known it."
The general shrugged64 his shoulders.
"Strange--it's strange," he said, "and you love her very much?"
"Yes, very much."
"Well--it's all most strange to me. That is--my dear fellow, it is such a surprise--such a blow--that... You see, it is not your financial position (though I should not object if you were a bit richer)--I am thinking of my daughter's happiness, of course, and the thing is--are you able to give her the happiness she deserves? And then--is all this a joke on her part, or is she in earnest? I don't mean on your side, but on hers."
At this moment Alexandra's voice was heard outside the door, calling out "Papa!"
"Wait for me here, my boy--will you? Just wait and think it all over, and I'll come back directly," he said hurriedly, and made off with what looked like the rapidity of alarm in response to Alexandra's call.
He found the mother and daughter locked in one another's arms, mingling65 their tears.
These were the tears of joy and peace and reconciliation66. Aglaya was kissing her mother's lips and cheeks and hands; they were hugging each other in the most ardent67 way.
"There, look at her now--Ivan Fedorovitch! Here she is--all of her! This is our REAL Aglaya at last!" said Lizabetha Prokofievna.
Aglaya raised her happy, tearful face from her mother's breast, glanced at her father, and burst out laughing. She sprang at him and hugged him too, and kissed him over and over again. She then rushed back to her mother and hid her face in the maternal bosom68, and there indulged in more tears. Her mother covered her with a corner of her shawl.
"Oh, you cruel little girl! How will you treat us all next, I wonder?" she said, but she spoke69 with a ring of joy in her voice, and as though she breathed at last without the oppression which she had felt so long.
"Cruel?" sobbed70 Aglaya. "Yes, I AM cruel, and worthless, and spoiled--tell father so,--oh, here he is--I forgot Father, listen!" She laughed through her tears.
"My darling, my little idol," cried the general, kissing and fondling her hands (Aglaya did not draw them away); "so you love this young man, do you?"
"No, no, no, can't BEAR him, I can't BEAR your young man!" cried Aglaya, raising her head. "And if you dare say that ONCE more, papa--I'm serious, you know, I'm,--do you hear me--I'm serious!"
She certainly did seem to be serious enough. She had flushed up all over and her eyes were blazing.
The general felt troubled and remained silent, while Lizabetha Prokofievna telegraphed to him from behind Aglaya to ask no questions.
"If that's the case, darling--then, of course, you shall do exactly as you like. He is waiting alone downstairs. Hadn't I better hint to him gently that he can go?" The general telegraphed to Lizabetha Prokofievna in his turn.
"No, no, you needn't do anything of the sort; you mustn't hint gently at all. I'll go down myself directly. I wish to apologize to this young man, because I hurt his feelings."
"Yes, SERIOUSLY," said the general, gravely.
"Well, you'd better stay here, all of you, for a little, and I'll go down to him alone to begin with. I'll just go in and then you can follow me almost at once. That's the best way."
She had almost reached the door when she turned round again.
"I shall laugh--I know I shall; I shall die of laughing," she said, lugubriously71.
However, she turned and ran down to the prince as fast as her feet could carry her.
"Well, what does it all mean? What do you make of it?" asked the general of his spouse, hurriedly.
"I hardly dare say," said Lizabetha, as hurriedly, "but I think it's as plain as anything can be."
"I think so too, as clear as day; she loves him."
"Loves him? She is head over ears in love, that's what she is," put in Alexandra.
"Well, God bless her, God bless her, if such is her destiny," said Lizabetha, crossing herself devoutly72.
"H'm destiny it is," said the general, "and there's no getting out of destiny."
With these words they all moved off towards the drawing-room, where another surprise awaited them. Aglaya had not only not laughed, as she had feared, but had gone to the prince rather timidly, and said to him:
"Forgive a silly, horrid73, spoilt girl"--(she took his hand here)-- "and be quite assured that we all of us esteem74 you beyond all words. And if I dared to turn your beautiful, admirable simplicity75 to ridicule76, forgive me as you would a little child its mischief77. Forgive me all my absurdity of just now, which, of course, meant nothing, and could not have the slightest consequence." She spoke these words with great emphasis.
Her father, mother, and sisters came into the room and were much struck with the last words, which they just caught as they entered--"absurdity which of course meant nothing"--and still more so with the emphasis with which Aglaya had spoken.
They exchanged glances questioningly, but the prince did not seem to have understood the meaning of Aglaya's words; he was in the highest heaven of delight.
"Why do you speak so?" he murmured. "Why do you ask my forgiveness?"
He wished to add that he was unworthy of being asked for forgiveness by her, but paused. Perhaps he did understand Aglaya's sentence about "absurdity which meant nothing," and like the strange fellow that he was, rejoiced in the words.
Undoubtedly79 the fact that he might now come and see Aglaya as much as he pleased again was quite enough to make him perfectly happy; that he might come and speak to her, and see her, and sit by her, and walk with her--who knows, but that all this was quite enough to satisfy him for the whole of his life, and that he would desire no more to the end of time?
(Lizabetha Prokofievna felt that this might be the case, and she didn't like it; though very probably she could not have put the idea into words.)
It would be difficult to describe the animation80 and high spirits which distinguished81 the prince for the rest of the evening.
He was so happy that "it made one feel happy to look at him," as Aglaya's sisters expressed it afterwards. He talked, and told stories just as he had done once before, and never since, namely on the very first morning of his acquaintance with the Epanchins, six months ago. Since his return to Petersburg from Moscow, he had been remarkably82 silent, and had told Prince S. on one occasion, before everyone, that he did not think himself justified83 in degrading any thought by his unworthy words.
But this evening he did nearly all the talking himself, and told stories by the dozen, while he answered all questions put to him clearly, gladly, and with any amount of detail.
There was nothing, however, of love-making in his talk. His ideas were all of the most serious kind; some were even mystical and profound.
He aired his own views on various matters, some of his most private opinions and observations, many of which would have seemed rather funny, so his hearers agreed afterwards, had they not been so well expressed.
The general liked serious subjects of conversation; but both he and Lizabetha Prokofievna felt that they were having a little too much of a good thing tonight, and as the evening advanced, they both grew more or less melancholy84; but towards night, the prince fell to telling funny stories, and was always the first to burst out laughing himself, which he invariably did so joyously85 and simply that the rest laughed just as much at him as at his stories.
As for Aglaya, she hardly said a word all the evening; but she listened with all her ears to Lef Nicolaievitch's talk, and scarcely took her eyes off him.
"She looked at him, and stared and stared, and hung on every word he said," said Lizabetha afterwards, to her husband, "and yet, tell her that she loves him, and she is furious!"
"What's to be done? It's fate," said the general, shrugging his shoulders, and, for a long while after, he continued to repeat: "It's fate, it's fate!"
We may add that to a business man like General Epanchin the present position of affairs was most unsatisfactory. He hated the uncertainty86 in which they had been, perforce, left. However, he decided to say no more about it, and merely to look on, and take his time and tune61 from Lizabetha Prokofievna.
The happy state in which the family had spent the evening, as just recorded, was not of very long duration. Next day Aglaya quarrelled with the prince again, and so she continued to behave for the next few days. For whole hours at a time she ridiculed87 and chaffed the wretched man, and made him almost a laughing- stock.
It is true that they used to sit in the little summer-house together for an hour or two at a time, very often, but it was observed that on these occasions the prince would read the paper, or some book, aloud to Aglaya.
"Do you know," Aglaya said to him once, interrupting the reading, "I've remarked that you are dreadfully badly educated. You never know anything thoroughly, if one asks you; neither anyone's name, nor dates, nor about treaties and so on. It's a great pity, you know!"
"I told you I had not had much of an education," replied the prince.
"How am I to respect you, if that's the case? Read on now. No-- don't! Stop reading!"
And once more, that same evening, Aglaya mystified them all. Prince S. had returned, and Aglaya was particularly amiable88 to him, and asked a great deal after Evgenie Pavlovitch. (Muishkin had not come in as yet.)
Suddenly Prince S. hinted something about "a new and approaching change in the family." He was led to this remark by a communication inadvertently made to him by Lizabetha Prokofievna, that Adelaida's marriage must be postponed89 a little longer, in order that the two weddings might come off together.
It is impossible to describe Aglaya's irritation90. She flared91 up, and said some indignant words about "all these silly insinuations." She added that "she had no intentions as yet of replacing anybody's mistress."
These words painfully impressed the whole party; but especially her parents. Lizabetha Prokofievna summoned a secret council of two, and insisted upon the general's demanding from the prince a full explanation of his relations with Nastasia Philipovna. The general argued that it was only a whim92 of Aglaya's; and that, had not Prince S. unfortunately made that remark, which had confused the child and made her blush, she never would have said what she did; and that he was sure Aglaya knew well that anything she might have heard of the prince and Nastasia Philipovna was merely the fabrication of malicious93 tongues, and that the woman was going to marry Rogojin. He insisted that the prince had nothing whatever to do with Nastasia Philipovna, so far as any liaison94 was concerned; and, if the truth were to be told about it, he added, never had had.
Meanwhile nothing put the prince out, and he continued to be in the seventh heaven of bliss95. Of course he could not fail to observe some impatience96 and ill-temper in Aglaya now and then; but he believed in something else, and nothing could now shake his conviction. Besides, Aglaya's frowns never lasted long; they disappeared of themselves.
Perhaps he was too easy in his mind. So thought Hippolyte, at all events, who met him in the park one day.
"Didn't I tell you the truth now, when I said you were in love?" he said, coming up to Muishkin of his own accord, and stopping him.
The prince gave him his hand and congratulated him upon "looking so well."
Hippolyte himself seemed to be hopeful about his state of health, as is often the case with consumptives.
He had approached the prince with the intention of talking sarcastically97 about his happy expression of face, but very soon forgot his intention and began to talk about himself. He began complaining about everything, disconnectedly and endlessly, as was his wont98.
"You wouldn't believe," he concluded, "how irritating they all are there. They are such wretchedly small, vain, egotistical, COMMONPLACE people! Would you believe it, they invited me there under the express condition that I should die quickly, and they are all as wild as possible with me for not having died yet, and for being, on the contrary, a good deal better! Isn't it a comedy? I don't mind betting that you don't believe me!"
The prince said nothing.
"I sometimes think of coming over to you again," said Hippolyte, carelessly. "So you DON'T think them capable of inviting99 a man on the condition that he is to look sharp and die?"
"I certainly thought they invited you with quite other views."
"Ho, ho! you are not nearly so simple as they try to make you out! This is not the time for it, or I would tell you a thing or two about that beauty, Gania, and his hopes. You are being undermined, pitilessly undermined, and--and it is really melancholy to see you so calm about it. But alas! it's your nature--you can't help it!"
"My word! what a thing to be melancholy about! Why, do you think I should be any happier if I were to feel disturbed about the excavations100 you tell me of?"
"It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise! I suppose you don't believe that you have a rival in that quarter?"
"Your insinuations as to rivalry101 are rather cynical102, Hippolyte. I'm sorry to say I have no right to answer you! As for Gania, I put it to you, CAN any man have a happy mind after passing through what he has had to suffer? I think that is the best way to look at it. He will change yet, he has lots of time before him, and life is rich; besides--besides..." the prince hesitated. "As to being undermined, I don't know what in the world you are driving at, Hippolyte. I think we had better drop the subject!"
"Very well, we'll drop it for a while. You can't look at anything but in your exalted103, generous way. You must put out your finger and touch a thing before you'll believe it, eh? Ha! ha! ha! I suppose you despise me dreadfully, prince, eh? What do you think?"
"Why? Because you have suffered more than we have?"
"No; because I am unworthy of my sufferings, if you like!"
"Whoever CAN suffer is worthy78 to suffer, I should think. Aglaya Ivanovna wished to see you, after she had read your confession104, but--"
"She postponed the pleasure--I see--I quite understand!" said Hippolyte, hurriedly, as though he wished to banish105 the subject. "I hear--they tell me--that you read her all that nonsense aloud? Stupid @ bosh it was--written in delirium106. And I can't understand how anyone can be so I won't say CRUEL, because the word would be humiliating to myself, but we'll say childishly vain and revengeful, as to REPROACH me with this confession, and use it as a weapon against me. Don't be afraid, I'm not referring to yourself."
"Oh, but I'm sorry you repudiate107 the confession, Hippolyte--it is sincere; and, do you know, even the absurd parts of it--and these are many" (here Hippolyte frowned savagely) "are, as it were, redeemed108 by suffering--for it must have cost you something to admit what you there say--great torture, perhaps, for all I know. Your motive109 must have been a very noble one all through. Whatever may have appeared to the contrary, I give you my word, I see this more plainly every day. I do not judge you; I merely say this to have it off my mind, and I am only sorry that I did not say it all THEN--"
Hippolyte flushed hotly. He had thought at first that the prince was "humbugging" him; but on looking at his face he saw that he was absolutely serious, and had no thought of any deception110. Hippolyte beamed with gratification.
"And yet I must die," he said, and almost added: "a man like me @
"And imagine how that Gania annoys me! He has developed the idea --or pretends to believe--that in all probability three or four others who heard my confession will die before I do. There's an idea for you--and all this by way of CONSOLING me! Ha! ha! ha! In the first place they haven't died yet; and in the second, if they DID die--all of them--what would be the satisfaction to me in that? He judges me by himself. But he goes further, he actually pitches into me because, as he declares, 'any decent fellow' would die quietly, and that 'all this' is mere5 egotism on my part. He doesn't see what refinement111 of egotism it is on his own part--and at the same time, what ox-like coarseness! Have you ever read of the death of one Stepan Gleboff, in the eighteenth century? I read of it yesterday by chance."
"Who was he?"
He was impaled112 on a stake in the time of Peter."
"I know, I know! He lay there fifteen hours in the hard frost, and died with the most extraordinary fortitude--I know--what of him?"
"Only that God gives that sort of dying to some, and not to others. Perhaps you think, though, that I could not die like Gleboff?"
"Not at all!" said the prince, blushing. "I was only going to say that you--not that you could not be like Gleboff--but that you would have been more like @
"I guess what you mean--I should be an Osterman, not a Gleboff-- eh? Is that what you meant?"
"What Osterman?" asked the prince in some surprise.
"Why, Osterman--the diplomatist. Peter's Osterman," muttered Hippolyte, confused. There was a moment's pause of mutual113 confusion.
Oh, no, no!" said the prince at last, "that was not what I was going to say--oh no! I don't think you would ever have been like Osterman."
Hippolyte frowned gloomily.
"I'll tell you why I draw the conclusion," explained the prince, evidently desirous of clearing up the matter a little. "Because, though I often think over the men of those times, I cannot for the life of me imagine them to be like ourselves. It really appears to me that they were of another race altogether than ourselves of today. At that time people seemed to stick so to one idea; now, they are more nervous, more sensitive, more enlightened--people of two or three ideas at once--as it were. The man of today is a broader man, so to speak--and I declare I believe that is what prevents him from being so self-contained and independent a being as his brother of those earlier days. Of course my remark was only made under this impression, and not in the least @
"I quite understand. You are trying to comfort me for the naiveness114 with which you disagreed with me--eh? Ha! ha! ha! You are a regular child, prince! However, I cannot help seeing that you always treat me like--like a fragile china cup. Never mind, never mind, I'm not a bit angry! At all events we have had a very funny talk. Do you know, all things considered, I should like to be something better than Osterman! I wouldn't take the trouble to rise from the dead to be an Osterman. However, I see I must make arrangements to die soon, or I myself--. Well--leave me now! Au revoir. Look here--before you go, just give me your opinion: how do you think I ought to die, now? I mean--the best, the most virtuous115 way? Tell me!"
"You should pass us by and forgive us our happiness," said the prince in a low voice.
"Ha! ha! ha! I thought so. I thought I should hear something like that. Well, you are--you really are--oh dear me! Eloquence116, eloquence! Good-bye!"
说实在的，瓦尔瓦拉·阿尔达利翁诺夫娜在和兄长的谈话中有点夸大了公爵向阿格拉娅·叶潘钦娜求婚的消息的确切性。也许，作为一个有洞察力的女人，她预测到在不久的将来必然会发生的事情；也许，由于幻想（其实她自己也不相信这种幻想）烟消云散不免伤感之余，她，作为一个凡人，以夸大不幸为快，不放弃再往其兄长心中浇上更多的毒汁，虽然她是真挚地爱他、同情他。但是，无论如何她不可能从自己的女友叶潘钦娜小姐那里得到那么确切的消息；只有一些暗示，欲言又止的话，避而不谈，猜测。也可能，阿格拉娅的姐姐们有意泄露一点风声，以便能从瓦尔瓦拉·阿尔达利翁诺夫娜那里获悉些情况；最后，也可能她们不想放弃女人的乐趣，要稍稍逗弄一下童年时的女友；这么长时间里她们不可能一点也看不出她的意图，哪怕是蛛丝蚂迹。
从另一方面来说，公爵要列别杰夫相信，他没什么可告诉他的，他似乎也没有发生出什么特别情况，虽然这完全是实话，但是也可能他锗了。确实，所有的人似乎都发生了某种非常奇怪的情况：什么都没有发生，同时又仿佛发生了许多事。瓦尔瓦拉·阿尔达利翁诺夫娜凭着女人的本能准确地猜到了后面这一点。
然而，结果是，叶潘钦一家一下子抱定一致的想法，认为阿格拉娅发生了某种重大的情况，正在决定她的命运，--这很难讲得有条有理。但是这个想法在大家头脑里一下子刚刚闪过，大家一下子立即认为，早已看清了这一切并且清楚地预料到这一切；还是从“可怜的骑士”起，甚至更早些，一切就已很明白，只不过那时还不愿相信这样荒唐的事。姐姐们是这么说的；当然，叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜比所有的人都早预见到并知道这一切；她早就已经害了“心病”，但是，久也罢，不久也罢，现在想到公爵，她突然会觉得十分不合心意，其实是因为这种想法把她搞得惶惑不知其所以然。这里有一个问题是必须立即解决的；但是不仅不能解决，可怜的叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜无论怎么努力，甚至都不能完全明确地在自己面前提出问题。事情是很难办的：“公爵好还是不好？这一切好还是不好？如果不好（这是无疑的），那么究竟不好在哪里？而如果可能是好（这也是可能的），那么又好在哪里？”一家之主的伊万·费奥多罗维奇当然先是惊讶，但是后来一下子就承认：“真的，在这一段时间里我曾经好像觉得有类似这样的事发生，间或突然仿佛出现这种幻觉！”在夫人威严的目光下他马上就闭口不言了，但是早晨他不说话，到了晚上与夫人单独在一起又不得不说的时候，忽然似乎特别有勇气地说出了几点出人意料的想法：“实质上究竟怎样呢？……”（静默。）“如果是真的，当然，这一切是很奇怪的，我现在不争论，但是……”（又是静默）“而另一方面，如果就这么直截了当地看问题，那么，说真的，公爵可是个非常好的小伙子，而且……而且……嗨，说到底，他的姓氏是我们家族的姓氏，这么说吧，在上流社会眼中这一切将具有支持处于卑微地位的家族姓氏的性质。上流社会就是上流社会；但是公爵毕竟不是没有财产的人，尽管只是有一些。他有……还有……还有……”（长时间的静默和绝然中断谈话）叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜听完丈夫的活，不顾一切地发作了。
在她看来，发生的一切是“不可原谅的，甚至是犯罪的胡闹，不切实际的嬉戏一场，是愚蠢而又荒唐的！”。首先“这个小公爵是个有病的白痴，其次是个傻瓜，既不了解上流社会，在上流社会也没有地位，你把他介绍给谁，把他塞到哪里去？是个不可容忍的民主派，连个官衔也没有，还有……还有……别洛孔斯卡娅会怎么说？再说，我们为阿格拉娅想象和选定的丈夫难道是这样的一个人，是这么一个女婿？”最后一个论据自然是最主要的。因为有这些想法，母亲的心在颤栗，在渗血，在流泪，尽管与此同时内心里发生某种微弱的声音突然对她说：“公爵到底什么地方不是您想要的那种人？”咳，正是这些发自心扉的反对声使叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜最为烦难。
阿格拉娅的姐姐们不知为什么很喜欢公爵当妹夫的主意，甚至觉得这主意并不太奇怪；总之，她们甚至一下子完全站到了公爵一边。但她们俩决定保持沉默。一下子就能发现，在这个家庭里，有时候在某个共同的有争议的家庭问题上，叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜越是执拗、坚定地反对和否定，对大家来说这反而是一种迹象，说明她可能已经同意这一点了。但是亚历山德拉·伊万诺夫娜无法完全保持沉默。妈妈早就承认她是自己的顾问，现在经常叫她去，要求她发表意见，主要的是要她回忆。即：“这一切是怎么发生的，为什么谁也没有看到这一点？为什么当时没说，当初这个恶劣的‘可怜的骑士’的称呼意味着什么？为什么她叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜一个人注定了要对大家都操心，要发现和预测一切，而所有别的人可以仰天数鸦，漠不关心。”等等，等等。亚历山德拉·伊万诺夫娜开始很小心谨慎，只是表示她觉得爸爸的想法是相当正确的，在上流社会眼里，选择梅什金公爵为叶利钦家的一个女婿可能会觉得很合适的。渐渐地，她激动起来，甚至添加说，公爵根本不是“傻瓜”，而且从来也不曾是这样的人，至于说地位，那么还只有上帝才知道，经过几年之后在我们俄罗斯一个正派人的地位将取决干什么？是过去的必不可少的官运亨通还是别的？对这些话妈妈立即斩钉截铁地予以指出，亚历山德拉是个“自由派，这一切全是他们该死的妇女问题”。后来，过了半小时她便到城里去了，再由那里去石岛见别洛孔斯卡娅，仿佛故意似的，那时她正在彼得堡，但很快又要离去。她是阿格拉娅的教母。
别洛孔斯卡娅“老大婆”听完叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜全部激昂、绝望的坦陈以后，”丝毫不为偶然不知所措的母亲的眼泪所动，甚至还讥嘲地望着她。这是一个可怕的专制老大婆。对于朋友，即使是最老交情的朋友，她也不能忍受平等相待，而对叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜，她完全把她看做是自己的被保护人，就像３５年前一样，因此绝不容忍她性格中的生硬和独立。她顺便指出，“所有他们这些人根据自己一直的习惯，好像过于性急超前，小题大作，把苍蝇说成了大象；无论她仔细听了多少话，都不相信他们确实已发生了什么了不起的事；最好是不是等一等，看看还会有什么情况；照她看来，公爵是个正派的年轻人，虽然他有病，有些怪，而且太没有地位。最槽糕的是，他竟公然养着一个情妇。”叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜非常清楚，别洛孔斯卡娅对由她举荐的叶甫盖尼·帕夫洛维奇未能成功而有些生气。比她回到帕夫洛夫斯克自己家中去的时候还要恼怒，马上大家都挨了一顿克，主要是“大家都疯了”，谁也绝不会这样行事，只有他们才这样；“你们急什么？出什么事了？无论我怎么仔细观察，怎么也得不出确实出什么事的结论！等一等，看看还会有什么情况！别去管伊万·费奥多罗维奇会产生什么幻觉，那不是把苍蝇说成大象，小题大作？”等等，等等。
因而，结论是应该镇走下来，冷静地观望和等待。但是，呜呼，平静的状态维持不到１０分钟。对冷静的第一个冲击便是妈妈去石岛期间家里发生情况的消息。叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜是在上一天公爵来过之后第二天早晨去的，不过公爵不是９点来，而已是１２点了。两位姐姐非常详细地回答了妈妈急不可耐的盘问。首先，“她不在时好像没有发生什么特别的事，”公爵来过了，阿格拉娅很长时间没有出来见他，约模有半小时，后来她出来了，一出来便马上建议公爵下棋：公爵不会下棋，阿格拉娅一下子就胜了他；她很快活并拼命羞他不会下棋，拼命取笑他，因而看着公爵都令人可怜。后来她提议玩牌，打“杜拉克”。但这下结果完全相反，公爵在打“杜拉克”中显示出非凡的水平，简直就像……像教授，他打牌很有技巧；可阿格拉娅弄虚作假，又是偷换牌，又当着他面偷他的赢牌，但每次他还是让她当了“杜拉克”；连续五次。阿格拉娅狂得不得了，甚至完全放肆不羁，冲着公爵说了许多讽刺挖苦和粗鲁无礼的话，致使公爵收敛了笑容；当她最后对他说，“只要他坐在这里，她的脚就不进这个房间，说在发生了那一切后，而且还是夜间十二点多，公爵上她们这儿来，简直是不知羞耻，”公爵的脸色一下子变得刷白。后来阿格拉娅砰地关上门走了。尽管她们劝慰了一阵，公爵走时就像参加了葬礼一样。公爵走后过了１刻钟，阿格拉娅忽然从楼上跑到下面露台上，而且那么急促，连眼睛也不擦，而她的眼睛是哭过的，她跑下来是因为科利亚来了，带来了一只刺猬。她们大家开始看刺猬，科利亚则解释她们提出的问题；说刺猬不是他的，他现在是跟同伴、另一个中学生科斯佳·列别杰夫一起来的、“他不好意思进来，留在外面，因为他带着一把斧头，而刺猖和斧头是刚向一个路上遇到的农夫买的。这农关卖刺猬得了５０戈比，而斧头则是他们说服他卖的，因为是顺便，再说是一把很好的斧头。这时阿格拉娅忽然开始缠着科利亚，要他把刺猬转卖给她、她毫无顾忌，竟然称科利亚“亲爱的’，科利亚好久都未同意，但最后坚持不住，便叫来了科斯佳·列别杰夫，他进来时确实拎了一把斧头，显得非常窘困。但这一下忽然弄清了；原来这刺猬根本不是他们的！而是属于姓彼得罗夫的第三个男孩子的，他给了他们俩钱，让他们为他向第四个男孩买一本斯洛塞尔的《历史》，那男孩需要钱用，愿意便宜出售；他们是去买斯洛塞尔的《历史》的。但忍不住买了刺猬，因而，刺猬和斧头是属于那第三个男孩的，他们现在就拿这两件东西代替斯洛塞尔的《历史》去给他；但阿格拉娅拿住下放，弄到最后，他们决定把刺猬买给她。阿格拉娅刚得到刺猬，在科利亚的帮助下立即把它放到一只蓝子里，盖上一块餐巾，叫科利亚哪儿也别去，立即将刺猬带给公爵，代她请公爵收下。以表示“最深切的敬意”。科利亚高兴地同意了，并允诺送到，但马上缠往她问：“刺猬和类似的礼物意味着什么？”阿格拉娅回答说，这不关他的事。他回答说，其中包含着寓意。阿格拉娅很生气，毫不客气地回说，他只是个乳臭小儿、仅此而已。科利亚当即反击，要不是看在她是个女的份上，此外还有自己的信念，不然他会马上向她证明，他也会还以类似的侮辱。不过，最终科利亚还是高高兴兴地带着刺猬走了，科斯佳·列别杰夫则在他后面跑着；阿格拉娅看见科利亚手中的篮子显得过分厉害，忍不住从露台上冲着他背景喊道：“科利亚，请别掉出来，亲爱的！”仿佛刚才没跟他骂嘴似的。科利亚停下来，也像没有骂架似的，胸有成竹地喊道：“不会的，不会掉出来；阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜。请尽管放心！”说完又低头跑了起来。此后阿格拉娅开怀大奖，跑到自己房间去时相当满意，后来一整天都很快活。这样的消息使叶莉扎纳塔·曾罗科菲耶夫娜完全惊呆了。好像，有什么好大惊小怪的？但是；看来她就是这么一种心境。她的焦虑不安被刺激到了异常地步，而主要的是刺猬；这刺猬意味着什么？这里有什么默契？这里暗示着什么？“这是什么信号？这是什么密码？况且盘问时正好在场的可怜的伊万·费奥多罗维奇一句答话就把全部事都搞坏了。据他看，这里根本没有什么密码，关于刺猬——“仅仅是刺猬而已，此外，也许只是表示友情，抛弃前嫌，寻求和解，总之，这一切都是沟通，但无论如何是天真无邪、情有可原的。”
顺便要指出，他完全猜对了。公爵从阿格拉娅那里受到讥讽和被赶出门，回家以后已经坐了半小时光景，阴郁而绝望，忽然科利亚带着刺猬来了，顿时雨过天睛，公爵仿佛死里复生一般，详细询问科利亚，斟酌他的每一句话，反来复去问了有十遍，像孩子一般笑着并不时地跟两个孩子握手，他们也笑着，开朗地望着他。看来，阿格拉娅原谅了他，公爵今天晚上又可以到她那里去了，而对他来说这不仅仅是主要的，简直就是一切。
“我们还都是些什么样的孩子呵，科利亚！还有……还有……我们是孩子，这有多好。”他终于陶醉地发着感叹。
“最简单不过，她爱上了您，公爵，没别的！”科利亚以权威的口吻开口说。
公爵一下子飞红了脸，但这次什么活也没有说，而科利亚只是哈哈大笑，拍着手；过了片刻公爵也大笑起来，后来天黑前每５分钟他就看看表，是，是已经过了许多时间，到晚上还有多少时间。
但是情绪占了上风：叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜终于克制不住，歇斯底里发作。她不顾丈夫和女儿们的全力反对，立即派人去叫阿格拉娅，向她提最后一个问题，并从她那里得到最明确的最后答复。“为了一下子了解这一切，一了百了，再也不要提起！”“否则。”她声称，“我活不到晚上！”
到这时大家才明白，事情弄到了多么槽糕的地步。除了佯装惊讶，表示愤忿，哈哈大笑、嘲笑公爵、讥讽所有盘问她的人，从阿格拉娅那里没有问出什么名堂来。叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜躺到床上，直到等待公爵来喝茶的时候才出来。她激动得打着哆嗦等待着公爵，当他来到的时候，她差点歇斯底里发作。
而公爵本人进来时也战战兢兢，几乎是蹑手蹑脚地走动，古怪地微笑着，窥视着大家的眼睛，似乎向大家提问，因为阿格拉娅又不在房间，这立即使他害怕起来。这个晚上没有一个局外人，全都是家里人。ω公爵还在彼得堡为叶甫盖尼·帕夫洛维奇伯父的事逗留在那里。“要是他在这里，就会说点什么，”叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜颇为惋惜他不在场。伊万·费奥多罗维奇显出一副异常忧虑的神色坐着；姐姐们很严肃，仿佛故意沉默不语，叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲廓夫娜不知道从何说起。最后，竞然狠狠地把铁路痛骂了一通，以坚决的挑衅姿态望着公爵。
呜夫！阿格拉娅没有出来，公爵毫无指望了。他六神无主，嘟嘟哝哝地说着，刚表示修铁路是很有好处的，阿杰莱达却突然笑了起来，公爵又绝望无话了，就在这当口，阿格拉娅平静和庄重地走了进来，有礼貌地向公爵行了个礼，郑重其事地坐到圆桌旁最显眼的座位上，她疑问地瞥了一眼公爵。大家明白，解开一切困惑的时刻到了。
“您收到我的刺猬了吗？”她坚定而又几乎是生气的问道。
“收到了，”公爵红着脸，屏心静气回答说。
“那就立即解释一下，您对此有何想法？这对妈妈和全家的安宁菲常必要。”
“听着，阿格拉娅……”将军忽然不安起来。
“这，这太过分了！”突然叶莉扎塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜不知为什么也害怕起来了。 、
“这里没有什么过分的，妈妈，”阿格拉娅马上严厉地回答说，“我今天派人给公爵送去一只刺猬并想知道他的想法。怎么样，公爵？”
“您是问有什么想法，阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜？”
“对刺猬。”
“就是说……我认为。阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜，您想知道我怎么接受……刺猬的……或者，最好是说，我怎么看待……派人送来的这件东西……刺猬，就是说……在这种情况下，我认为……总之……”
他紧张得喘不上气来，一时语塞而不作声。
“嘿，您没说出多少来，”阿格拉娅等了５分钟后说，“好吧，我同意不谈刺猬；但我很高兴，终于能了结蓄积已久的所有困惑。最后，请允许当面向您本人了解：您是否要向我求婚？”
“啊，天哪！”叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜失声惊呼。
公爵战栗了一下，急忙闪开，伊万·费奥多罗维奇呆若木鸡；两个姐姐则蹙起了眉头。
“公爵，别撒谎，说真话。因为您的缘故他们对我进行了奇怪的盘问；这种盘问究竟有没有根据？说吧！”
“我没有向您求过婚，阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜，”公爵突然振奋起来，说，“但是……您自己知道，我是多么爱您和信任您……甚至现在……”
“我是问您：您是否向我求婚？”
“是的，我向您求婚，”公爵屏住呼吸答道。
紧接着是大家的强烈反应。
“亲爱的朋友，这一切不是这么回事，”伊万·费奥多罗维奇十分激动地说，“这……这几乎是不可能的，如果是这样，格拉莎……对不起，公爵，对不起，我亲爱的！……叶莉扎维塔·普罗科菲耶夫娜！”他向夫人求援了，“应该……仔细琢磨一下……”
“我不管，我不管！”叶莉扎维塔·普罗得菲耶夫娜连连摆手。
“妈妈，请允许我说，要知道在这样的事情上我自己也有关系：这是决定我命运的非常时刻（阿格拉娅正是这样说的），我自己也想知道，此外，我很高兴能当着大家的面……请允许问您，公爵，如果您‘怀有这样的意图’，那么您究竟打算用什么来使我得到幸福呢？”
“我不知道，真的，阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜，怎么回答您；这……这回答什么好呢？再说……有这个必要吗？”
“您好像不好意思了，气也喘不过来了；您休息一下，养精蓄锐；喝杯水吧；马上就会给您送来的。”
“我爱您，阿格拉娅·伊万诺夫娜，我非常爱您；我只爱您一个人……请别开玩笑，我非常爱您。”
“但是，这可是件重要的事；我们不是孩子，应该认真看待……现在请费心解释一下，您的财产情况怎么样？”
“去－去－去，阿格拉
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