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‘Then it’s true… is it true?’ murmured Anna Pavlovna, and bent down to her…. ‘Answer!’ she went on harshly, clutching Olga by the arm.

‘Mother!’ rang out Vassily’s brazen voice, ‘you promised me not to be hard on her.’

‘I want… confess… confess… is it true? is it true?’

‘Mother… remember…’ Vassily began deliberately.

This one word moved Anna Pavlovna greatly. She leaned back in her chair, and burst into sobs.

Olga Ivanovna softly raised her head, and would have flung herself at the old lady’s feet, but Vassily kept her back, raised her from the ground, and led her to another arm-chair. Anna Pavlovna went on weeping and muttering disconnected words….

‘Come, mother,’ began Vassily, ‘don’t torment yourself, the trouble may yet be set right…. If Rogatchov…’

Olga Ivanovna shuddered, and drew herself up.

‘If Rogatchov,’ pursued Vassily, with a meaning glance at Olga Ivanovna, ‘imagines that he can disgrace an honourable family with impunity…’

Olga Ivanovna was overcome with horror.

‘In my house,’ moaned Anna Pavlovna.

‘Calm yourself, mother. He took advantage of her innocence, her youth, he–you wish to say something’–he broke off, seeing that Olga made a movement towards him….

Olga Ivanovna sank back in her chair.

‘I will go at once to Rogatchov. I will make him marry her this very day. You may be sure I will not let him make a laughing-stock of us….’

‘But… Vassily Ivanovitch… you…’ whispered Olga.

He gave her a prolonged, cold stare. She sank into silence again.

‘Mother, give me your word not to worry her before I return. Look, she is half dead. And you, too, must rest. Rely upon me; I answer for everything; in any case, wait till I return. I tell you again, don’t torture her, or yourself, and trust to me.’

He went to the door and stopped. ‘Mother,’ said he, ‘come with me, leave her alone, I beg of you.’

Anna Pavlovna got up, went up to the holy picture, bowed down to the ground, and slowly followed her son. Olga Ivanovna, without a word or a movement, looked after them.

Vassily turned back quickly, snatched her hand, whispered in her ear, ‘Rely on me, and don’t betray us,’ and at once withdrew…. ‘Bourcier!’ he called, running swiftly down the stairs, ‘Bourcier!’

A quarter of an hour later he was sitting in his carriage with his valet.

That day the elder Rogatchov was not at home. He had gone to the district town to buy cloth for the liveries of his servants. Pavel Afanasievitch was sitting in his own room, looking through a collection of faded butterflies. With lifted eyebrows and protruding lips, he was carefully, with a pin, turning over the fragile wings of a ‘night sphinx’ moth, when he was suddenly aware of a small but heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked round. Vassily stood before him.

‘Good-morning, Vassily Ivanovitch,’ he said in some amazement.

Vassily looked at him, and sat down on a chair facing him.

Pavel Afanasievitch was about to smile… but he glanced at Vassily, and subsided with his mouth open and his hands clasped.

‘Tell me, Pavel Afanasievitch,’ said Vassily suddenly, ‘are you meaning to dance at your wedding soon?‘

‘I?… soon… of course… for my part… though as you and your sister … I, for my part, am ready to-morrow even.’

‘Very good, very good. You’re a very impatient person, Pavel Afanasievitch.’

‘How so?’

‘Let me tell you,’ pursued Vassily Ivanovitch, getting up, ‘I know all; you understand me, and I order you without delay to-morrow to marry Olga.’

‘Excuse me, excuse me,’ objected Rogatchov, not rising from his seat; ‘you order me. I sought Olga Ivanovna’s hand of myself and there’s no need to give me orders…. I confess, Vassily Ivanovitch, I don’t quite understand you.’

‘You don’t understand me?’

‘No, really, I don’t understand you.’

‘Do you give me your word to marry her to-morrow?’

‘Why, mercy on us, Vassily Ivanovitch… haven’t you yourself put off our wedding more than once? Except for you it would have taken place long ago. And now I have no idea of breaking it off. What is the meaning of your threats, your insistence?’