Under Western Eyes eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 425 pages of information about Under Western Eyes.

Under Western Eyes eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 425 pages of information about Under Western Eyes.

No, decidedly; her expression was not unfriendly.  Yet he perceived an acceleration in the beat of his heart.  The conversation could not be abandoned at that point.  He went on in accents of scrupulous inquiry—­

“Is it perhaps because I don’t seem to accept blindly every development of the general doctrine—­such for instance as the feminism of our great Peter Ivanovitch?  If that is what makes me suspect, then I can only say I would scorn to be a slave even to an idea.”

She had been looking at him all the time, not as a listener looks at one, but as if the words he chose to say were only of secondary interest.  When he finished she slipped her hand, by a sudden and decided movement, under his arm and impelled him gently towards the gate of the grounds.  He felt her firmness and obeyed the impulsion at once, just as the other two men had, a moment before, obeyed unquestioningly the wave of her hand.

They made a few steps like this.

“No, Razumov, your ideas are probably all right,” she said.  “You may be valuable—­very valuable.  What’s the matter with you is that you don’t like us.”

She released him.  He met her with a frosty smile.

“Am I expected then to have love as well as convictions?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“You know very well what I mean.  People have been thinking you not quite whole-hearted.  I have heard that opinion from one side and another.  But I have understood you at the end of the first day....”

Razumov interrupted her, speaking steadily.

“I assure you that your perspicacity is at fault here.”

“What phrases he uses!” she exclaimed parenthetically.  “Ah!  Kirylo Sidorovitch, you like other men are fastidious, full of self-love and afraid of trifles.  Moreover, you had no training.  What you want is to be taken in hand by some woman.  I am sorry I am not staying here a few days.  I am going back to Zurich to-morrow, and shall take Yakovlitch with me most likely.”

This information relieved Razumov.

“I am sorry too,” he said.  “But, all the same, I don’t think you understand me.”

He breathed more freely; she did not protest, but asked, “And how did you get on with Peter Ivanovitch?  You have seen a good deal of each other.  How is it between you two?”

Not knowing what answer to make, the young man inclined his head slowly.

Her lips had been parted in expectation.  She pressed them together, and seemed to reflect.

“That’s all right.”

This had a sound of finality, but she did not leave him.  It was impossible to guess what she had in her mind.  Razumov muttered—­

“It is not of me that you should have asked that question.  In a moment you shall see Peter Ivanovitch himself, and the subject will come up naturally.  He will be curious to know what has delayed you so long in this garden.”

“No doubt Peter Ivanovitch will have something to say to me.  Several things.  He may even speak of you—­question me.  Peter Ivanovitch is inclined to trust me generally.”

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