"And the worst of it all," thought he, "is that just now, at the

very moment when my great work is approaching completion" (he was

thinking of the project he was bringing forward at the time),

"when I stand in need of all my mental peace and all my energies,

just now this stupid worry should fall foul of me. But what's to

be done? I'm not one of those men who submit to uneasiness and

worry without having the force of character to face them.

"I must think it over, come to a decision, and put it out of my

mind," he said aloud.

"The question of her feelings, of what has passed and may be

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passing in her soul, that's not my affair; that's the affair of

her conscience, and falls under the head of religion," he said to

himself, feeling consolation in the sense that he had found to

which division of regulating principles this new circumstance

could be properly referred.

"And so," Alexey Alexandrovitch said to himself, "questions as to

her feelings, and so on, are questions for her conscience, with

which I can have nothing to do. My duty is clearly defined. As

the head of the family, I am a person bound in duty to guide her,

and consequently, in part the person responsible; I am bound to

point out the danger I perceive, to warn her, even to use my

authority. I ought to speak plainly to her." And everything that

he would say tonight to his wife took clear shape in Alexey

Alexandrovitch's head. Thinking over what he would say, he

somewhat regretted that he should have to use his time and mental

powers for domestic consumption, with so little to show for it,

but, in spite of that, the form and contents of the speech before

him shaped itself as clearly and distinctly in his head as a

ministerial report.

"I must say and express fully the following points: first,

exposition of the value to be attached to public opinion and to

decorum; secondly, exposition of religious significance of

marriage; thirdly, if need be, reference to the calamity possibly

ensuing to our son; fourthly, reference to the unhappiness likely

to result to herself." And, interlacing his fingers, Alexey

Alexandrovitch stretched them, and the joints of the fingers

cracked. This trick, a bad habit, the cracking of his fingers,

always soothed him, and gave precision to his thoughts, so

needful to him at this juncture.

There was the sound of a carriage driving up to the front door.

Alexey Alexandrovitch halted in the middle of the room.




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