XXV —­ THE LETTER

On the 16th of April, nearly six months after the day just described, Papa entered our schoolroom and told us that that night we must start with him for our country house.  I felt a pang at my heart when I heard the news, and my thoughts at once turned to Mamma, The cause of our unexpected departure was the following letter: 

“Petrovskoe, 12th April.

“Only this moment (i.e. at ten o’clock in the evening) have I received your dear letter of the 3rd of April, but as usual, I answer it at once.  Fedor brought it yesterday from town, but, as it was late, he did not give it to Mimi till this morning, and Mimi (since I was unwell) kept it from me all day.  I have been a little feverish.  In fact, to tell the truth, this is the fourth day that I have been in bed.

“Yet do not be uneasy.  I feel almost myself again now, and if Ivan Vassilitch should allow me, I think of getting up to-morrow.

“On Friday last I took the girls for a drive, and, close to the little bridge by the turning on to the high road (the place which always makes me nervous), the horses and carriage stuck fast in the mud.  Well, the day being fine, I thought that we would walk a little up the road until the carriage should be extricated, but no sooner had we reached the chapel than I felt obliged to sit down, I was so tired, and in this way half-an-hour passed while help was being sent for to get the carriage dug out.  I felt cold, for I had only thin boots on, and they had been wet through.  After luncheon too, I had alternate cold and hot fits, yet still continued to follow our ordinary routine.

“When tea was over I sat down to the piano to play a duct with Lubotshka, (you would be astonished to hear what progress she has made!), but imagine my surprise when I found that I could not count the beats!  Several times I began to do so, yet always felt confused in my head, and kept hearing strange noises in my ears.  I would begin ‘One-two-three—­’ and then suddenly go on ‘-eight-fifteen,’ and so on, as though I were talking nonsense and could not help it.  At last Mimi came to my assistance and forced me to retire to bed.  That was how my illness began, and it was all through my own fault.  The next day I had a good deal of fever, and our good Ivan Vassilitch came.  He has not left us since, but promises soon to restore me to the world.

“What a wonderful old man he is!  While I was feverish and delirious he sat the whole night by my bedside without once closing his eyes; and at this moment (since he knows I am busy writing) he is with the girls in the divannaia, and I can hear him telling them German stories, and them laughing as they listen to him.

“‘La Belle Flamande,’ as you call her, is now spending her second week here as my guest (her mother having gone to pay a visit somewhere), and she is most attentive and attached to me, She even tells me her secret affairs.  Under different circumstances her beautiful face, good temper, and youth might have made a most excellent girl of her, but in the society in which according to her own account, she moves she will be wasted.  The idea has more than once occurred to me that, had I not had so many children of my own, it would have been a deed of mercy to have adopted her.