Chapter 19

`Sergei Alexeevich!'

`Who's Sergei Alexeevich?' Stepan Arkadyevich was about to ask, but he remembered immediately.

`Ah, Seriozha!' he said aloud. - `'sergei Alexeevich!' I thought it was the director of some department. - Anna asked me to see him too,' he remembered.

And he recalled the timid, piteous expression with which Anna had said to him at parting: `Anyway, you will see him. Find out exactly where he is, who is looking after him. And Stiva... If it were possible! Could it be possible?' Stepan Arkadyevich knew what was meant by that `if it were possible,' - if it were possible to arrange the divorce so as to let her have her son.... Stepan Arkadyevich saw now that it was useless to dream of that, but still he was glad to see his nephew.

Alexei Alexandrovich reminded his brother-in-law that they never spoke to the boy of his mother, and he begged him not to mention a single word about her.

`He was very ill after that interview with his mother, which we had not foreseen,' said Alexei Alexandrovich. `Indeed, we feared for his life. But with rational treatment, and sea bathing in the summer, he regained his strength, and now, by the doctor's advice, I have let him go to school. And certainly the companionship at school has had a good effect on him, and he is perfectly well, and making good progress.'

`What a fine fellow he's grown! And he's no longer Seriozha, but quite full-fledged - Sergei Alexeevich!' said Stepan Arkadyevich, smiling, as he looked at the handsome, broad-shouldered lad in blue jacket and long trousers, who walked in alertly and confidently. The boy looked healthy and good-humored. He bowed to his uncle as to a stranger, but, recognizing him, he blushed and turned hurriedly away from him, as though offended and irritated at something. The boy went up to his father and handed him a note of the marks he had gained in school.

`Well, that's very fair,' said his father, `you may go.'

`He's thinner and taller, and has grown from a child into a boy; I like that,' said Stepan Arkadyevich. `Do you remember me?'

The boy looked back quickly at his uncle.

`Yes, mon oncle,' he answered, glancing at his father, and again he looked downcast.

His uncle called him to him, and took his hand.

`Well, and how are you getting on?' he said, wanting to talk to him, and not knowing what to say.

The boy, blushing and making no answer, cautiously drew his hand away. As soon as Stepan Arkadyevich let go his hand, he glanced doubtfully at his father, and, like a bird set free, he darted out of the room.

A year had passed since the last time Seriozha had seen his mother. Since then he had heard nothing more of her. And in the course of that year he had gone to school, and made friends among his schoolfellows. The dreams and memories of his mother, which had made him ill after seeing her, did not occupy his thoughts now. When they came back to him, he studiously drove them away, regarding them as shameful and girlish, below the dignity of a boy and a schoolboy. He knew that his father and mother were separated by some quarrel, he knew that he had to remain with his father, and he tried to get used to that idea.

He disliked seeing his uncle, so like his mother, for it called up those memories which he was ashamed of. He disliked it all the more as, from certain words he had caught as he waited at the study door, and still more from the faces of his father and uncle, he had guessed that they must have been talking of his