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They came out of the gate and turned towards the copse. Maximov, a man of sixty, ran rather than walked, turning sideways to stare at them all, with an incredible degree of nervous curiosity. His eyes looked starting out of his head. You see, we have come to the elder upon business of our own, observed Miüsov severely. That personage has granted us an audience so to speak, and so, though we thank you for showing us the way, we cannot ask you to company us. Ive been there. Ive been already; un chevalier parfait, and Maximov snapped his fingers in the air. Who is a chevalier? asked Miüsov. The elder, the splendid elder, the elder! The honour and glory of the monastery, Zossima. Such an elder! But his incoherent talk was cut short by a very pale, wan-looking monk of medium height, wearing a monks cap, who overtook them. Fyodor Pavlovitch and Miüsov stopped. The monk, with an extremely courteous, profound bow, announced: The Father Superior invites all of you gentlemen to dine with him after your visit to the hermitage. At one oclock, not later. And you also, he added, addressing Maximov. That I certainly will, without fail, cried Fyodor Pavlovitch, hugely delighted at the invitation. And, believe me, weve all given our word to behave properly here. And you, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, will you go, too? Yes, of course. What have I come for but to study all the customs here? The only obstacle to me is your company. Yes, Dmitri Fyodorovitch is non-existent as yet. It would be a capital thing if he didnt turn up. Do you suppose I like all this business, and in your company, too? So we will come to dinner. Thank the Father Superior, he said to the monk. No, it is my duty now to conduct you to the elder, answered the monk. If so Ill go straight to the Father Superiorto the Father Superior, babbled Maximov. The Father Superior is engaged just now. But as you pleasethe monk hesitated. Impertinent old man! Miüsov observed aloud, while Maximov ran back to the monastery. Hes like Von Sohn, Fyodor Pavlovitch said suddenly. Is that all you can think of? In what way is he like Von Sohn? Have you ever seen Von Sohn? Ive seen his portrait. Its not the features, but something indefinable. Hes a second Von Sohn. I can always tell from the physiognomy. Ah, I dare say you are a connoisseur in that. But, look here, Fyodor Pavlovitch, you said just now that we had given our word to behave properly. Remember it. I advise you to control yourself. But, if you begin to play the fool I dont intend to be associated with you here. You see what a man he ishe turned to the monkIm afraid to go among decent people with him. A fine smile, not without a certain slyness, came on to the pale, bloodless lips of the monk, but he made no reply, and was evidently silent from a sense of his own dignity. Miüsov frowned more than ever. |
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