“Very glad to see you.  Your mother and I were old acquaintances and friends.  I have seen you as a boy, and later on as an officer.  Sit down and tell me what I can do for you.  Yes, yes,” he said, shaking his cropped white head, while Nekhludoff was telling him Theodosia’s story.  “Go on, go on.  I quite understand.  It is certainly very touching.  And have you handed in the petition?”

“I have got the petition ready,” Nekhludoff said, getting it out of his pocket; “but I thought of speaking to you first in hopes that the case would then get special attention paid to it.”

“You have done very well.  I shall certainly report it myself,” said the Baron, unsuccessfully trying to put an expression of pity on his merry face.  “Very touching!  It is clear she was but a child; the husband treated her roughly, this repelled her, but as time went on they fell in love with each other.  Yes I will report the case.”

“Count Ivan Michaelovitch was also going to speak about it.”

Nekhludoff had hardly got these words out when the Baron’s face changed.

“You had better hand in the petition into the office, after all, and I shall do what I can,” he said.

At this moment the young official again entered the room, evidently showing off his elegant manner of walking.

“That lady is asking if she may say a few words more.”

“Well, ask her in.  Ah, mon cher, how many tears we have to see shed!  If only we could dry them all.  One does all that lies within one’s power.”

The lady entered.

“I forgot to ask you that he should not be allowed to give up the daughter, because he is ready . . .”

“But I have already told you that I should do all I can.”

“Baron, for the love of God!  You will save the mother?”

She seized his hand, and began kissing it.

“Everything shall be done.”

When the lady went out Nekhludoff also began to take leave.

“We shall do what we can.  I shall speak about it at the Ministry of Justice, and when we get their answer we shall do what we can.”

Nekhludoff left the study, and went into the office again.  Just as in the Senate office, he saw, in a splendid apartment, a number of very elegant officials, clean, polite, severely correct and distinguished in dress and in speech.

“How many there are of them; how very many and how well fed they all look!  And what clean shirts and hands they all have, and how well all their boots are polished!  Who does it for them?  How comfortable they all are, as compared not only with the prisoners, but even with the peasants!” These thoughts again involuntarily came to Nekhludoff’s mind.

CHAPTER XIX.

AN OLD GENERAL OF REPUTE.