eleven thousand. Its as good as picking up three thousand; its not so easy to find a purchaser, and Im
in desperate need of money. Only let me know its serious, and Ill run over and fix it up. Ill snatch the
time somehow. But whats the good of my galloping over, if its all a notion of the priests? Come, will
Oh, I cant spare the time. You must excuse me.
Come, you might oblige your father. I shant forget it. Youve no heart, any of youthats what it is! Whats a day or two to you? Where are you going nowto Venice? Your Venice will keep another two days. I would have sent Alyosha, but what use is Alyosha in a thing like that? I send you just because you are a clever fellow. Do you suppose I dont see that? You know nothing about timber, but youve got an eye. All that is wanted is to see whether the man is in earnest. I tell you, watch his beardif his beard shakes you know he is in earnest.
You force me to go to that damned Tchermashnya yourself, then? cried Ivan, with a malignant smile.
Fyodor Pavlovitch did not catch, or would not catch, the malignancy, but he caught the smile.
Then youll go, youll go? Ill scribble the note for you at once.
I dont know whether I shall go. I dont know. Ill decide on the way.
Nonsense! Decide at once. My dear fellow, decide! If you settle the matter, write me a line; give it to the priest and hell send it on to me at once. And I wont delay you more than that. You can go to Venice. The priest will give you horses back to Volovya station.
The old man was quite delighted. He wrote the note, and sent for the horses. A light lunch was brought in, with brandy. When Fyodor Pavlovitch was pleased, he usually became expansive, but to-day he seemed to restrain himself. Of Dmitri, for instance, he did not say a word. He was quite unmoved by the parting, and seemed, in fact, at a loss for something to say. Ivan noticed this particularly. He must be bored with me, he thought. Only when accompanying his son out on to the steps, the old man began to fuss about. He would have kissed him, but Ivan made haste to hold out his hand, obviously avoiding the kiss. His father saw it at once, and instantly pulled himself up.
Well, good luck to you, good luck to you! he repeated from the steps. Youll come again some time or other? Mind you do come. I shall always be glad to see you. Well, Christ be with you!
Ivan got into the carriage.
Good-bye, Ivan! Dont be too hard on me! the father called for the last time.
The whole household came out to take leaveSmerdyakov, Marfa and Grigory. Ivan gave them ten roubles each. When he had seated himself in the carriage, Smerdyakov jumped up to arrange the rug.
You see I am going to Tchermashnya, broke suddenly from Ivan. Again, as the day before, the words seemed to drop of themselves, and he laughed, too, a peculiar, nervous laugh. He remembered it long after.
Its a true saying then, that its always worth while speaking to a clever man, answered Smerdyakov firmly, looking significantly at Ivan.
The carriage rolled away. Nothing was clear in Ivans soul, but he looked eagerly around him at the fields, at the hills, at the trees, at a flock of geese flying high overhead in the bright sky. And all of a sudden he felt very happy. He tried to talk to the driver, and he felt intensely interested in an answer the peasant made him; but a minute later he realised that he was not catching anything, and that he had not really even taken in the peasants answer. He was silent, and it was pleasant even so. The air was
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