The Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 403 pages of information about The Awakening.

The Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 403 pages of information about The Awakening.
hailed a trap, took leave and drove home.  Nekhludoff was very sad.  He was sad because the Senate’s judgment continued the unreasonable suffering of the innocent Maslova, and also because it made it more difficult for him to carry out his unalterable intention of joining his fate to hers.  His sadness increased as the lawyer related with so much pleasure the frightful stories of the prevailing wickedness.  Besides, the unkind, cold, repelling gaze of the once charming, open-hearted and noble Selenin constantly recurred to his mind.  Nekhludoff, after the impressions of his stay in St. Petersburg, was almost in despair of ever reaching any results.  All the plans he had laid out in Moskow seemed to him like those youthful dreams which usually end in disappointment.  However, he considered it his duty, while in St. Petersburg, to exhaust his resources in endeavoring to fulfill his mission.

Soon after he reached his room, a servant called him upstairs for tea.  Mariette, in a multi-colored dress, was sitting beside the Countess, sipping tea.  On Nekhludoff’s entering the room, Mariette had just dropped some funny, indecent joke.  Nekhludoff noticed it by the character of their laughter.  The good-natured, mustached Countess Catherine Ivanovna was shaking in all her stout body with laughter, while Mariette, with a particularly mischievous expression, and her energetic and cheerful face somewhat bent to one side, was silently looking at her companion.

“You will be the death of me,” said the Countess, in a fit of coughing.

No sooner had Nekhludoff seated himself than Mariette, noticing the serious and slightly displeased expression on his face, immediately changed not only her expression, but her frame of mind.  This was with the intention she had in mind since she first saw him—­to get him to like her.  She suddenly became grave, dissatisfied with her life, seeking something, striving after something.  She not merely feigned, but actually induced in herself a state of mind similar to that in which Nekhludoff was, although she would not be able to say what it consisted of.  In a sympathetic conversation about the injustice of the strong, the poverty of the people, the awful condition of the prisoners, she succeeded in rousing in him the least expected feeling of physical attraction, and under the din of conversation their eyes plainly queried, “Can you love me?” and they answered, “Yes, I can.”

On leaving, she told him that she was always ready to be of service to him, and asked him to visit her at the theatre the next day, if only for a minute, saying that she wished to have a talk with him on a matter of importance.

“When will I see you again?” she added, sighing, and carefully putting the gloves on her ring-bedecked hand.  “Tell me that you will come.”

Nekhludoff promised to come.

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