"Have you managed to come in contact with the peasants here?"Markelov asked at last.
"No, I haven't had time as yet."
"How long have you been here?"
"About a fortnight."
"Have you much to do?"
"Not very much."
Markelov gave a severe cough.
"H'm! The people here are stupid enough.A most ignorant lot.
They must be enlightened.They're wretchedly poor, but one can't make them understand the cause of their poverty.""Your brother-in-law's old serfs, as far as one can judge, do not seem to be poor," Nejdanov remarked.
"My brother-in-law knows what he is about; he is a perfect master at humbugging people.His peasants are certainly not so badly off; but he has a factory; that is where we must turn our attention.The slightest dig there will make the ants move.Have you any books with you?""Yes, a few."
"I will get you some more.How is it you have so few?"Nejdanov made no reply.Markelov also ceased, and began sending out puffs of smoke through his nostrils.
"What a pig this Kollomietzev is!" he exclaimed suddenly."At dinner I could scarcely keep from rushing at him and smashing his impudent face as a warning to others.But no, there are more important things to be done just now.There is no time to waste getting angry with fools for saying stupid things.The time has now come to prevent them doing stupid things."Nejdanov nodded his head and Markelov went on smoking."Among the servants here there is only one who is any good," he began again.
"Not your man, Ivan, he has no more sense than a fish, but another one, Kirill, the butler." (Kirill was known to be a confirmed drunkard.) "He is a drunken debauchee, but we can't be too particular.What do you think of my sister?" he asked, suddenly fixing his yellowish eyes on Nejdanov."She is even more artful than my brother-in-law.What do you think of her?""I think that she is a very kind and pleasant lady...besides, she is very beautiful.""H'm! With what subtlety you St.Petersburg gentlemen express yourselves! I can only marvel at it.Well, and what about--" he began, but his face darkened suddenly, and he did not finish the sentence."I see that we must have a good talk," he went on."It is quite impossible here.Who knows! They may be listening at the door.I have a suggestion.Today is Saturday; you won't be giving lessons to my nephew tomorrow, will you?""I have a rehearsal with him at three o'clock.""A rehearsal! It sounds like the stage.My sister, no doubt, invented the word.Well, no matter.Would you like to come home with me now? My village is about ten miles off.I have some excellent horses who will get us there in a twinkling.You could stay the night and the morning, and I could bring you back by three o'clock tomorrow.Will you come?""With pleasure," Nejdanov replied.Ever since Markelov's appearance he had been in a state of great excitement and embarrassment.This sudden intimacy made him feel ill at ease, but he was nevertheless drawn to him.He felt certain that the man before him was of a sufficiently blunt nature, but for all that honest and full of strength.Moreover, the strange meeting in the wood, Mariana's unexpected explanation...
"Very well!" Markelov exclaimed."You can get ready while Iorder the carriage to be brought out.By the way, I hope you won't have to ask permission of our host and hostess.""I must tell them.I don't think it would be wise to go away without doing so.""I'll tell them," Markelov said."They are engrossed in their cards just now and will not notice your absence.My brother-in-law aims only at governmental folk, and the only thing he can do well is to play at cards.However, it is said that many succeed in getting what they want through such means.You'll get ready, won't you? I'll make all arrangements immediately."Markelov withdrew, and an hour later Nejdanov sat by his side on the broad leather-cushioned seat of his comfortable old carriage.
The little coachman on the box kept on whistling in wonderfully pleasant bird-like notes; three piebald horses, with plaited manes and tails, flew like the wind over the smooth even road;and already enveloped in the first shadows of the night (it was exactly ten o'clock when they started), trees, bushes, fields, meadows, and ditches, some in the foreground, others in the background, sailed swiftly towards them.
