SOLOMIN'S refusal greatly offended Sipiagin; so much so, that he suddenly found that this home-bred Stevenson was not such a wonderful engineer after all, and that though he was not perhaps a complete poser, yet gave himself airs like the plebeian he was.
"All these Russians when they imagine they know a thing become insufferable! Au fond Kollomietzev was right!" Under the influence of such hostile and irritable sensations, the statesman--en herbe--was even more unsympathetic and distant in his intercourse with Nejdanov.He told Kolia that he need not take lessons that day and that he must try to be more independent in future.He did not, however, dismiss the tutor himself as the latter had expected, but continued to ignore him.But Valentina Mihailovna did not ignore Mariana.A dreadful scene took place between them.
About two hours before dinner they suddenly found themselves alone in the drawing-room.They both felt that the inevitable moment for the battle had arrived and, after a moment's hesitation, instinctively drew near to one another.Valentina Mihailovna was slightly smiling, Mariana pressed her lips firmly together; both were pale.When walking across the room, Valentina Mihailovna looked uneasily to the right and left and tore off a geranium leaf.Mariana's eyes were fixed straight on the smiling face coming towards her.Madame Sipiagina was the first to stop, and drumming her finger-tips on the back of a chair began in a free and easy tone:
"Mariana Vikentievna, it seems that we have entered upon a correspondence with one another...Living under the same roof as we do it strikes me as being rather strange.And you know I am not very fond of strange things.""I did not begin the correspondence, Valentina Mihailovna.""That is true.As it happens, I am to blame in that.Only I could not think of any other means of arousing in you a feeling...
how shall I say? A feeling--"
"You can speak quite plainly, Valentina Mihailovna.You need not be afraid of offending me.""A feeling...of propriety."
Valentina Mihailovna ceased; nothing but the drumming of her fingers could be heard in the room.
"In what way do you think I have failed to observe the rules of propriety?" Mariana asked.
Valentina Mihailovna shrugged her shoulders.
"Ma chere, vous n'etes plus un enfant--I think you know what Imean.Do you suppose that your behaviour could have remained a secret to me, to Anna Zaharovna, to the whole household in fact?
However, I must say you are not over-particular about secrecy.
You simply acted in bravado.Only Boris Andraevitch does not know what you have done...But he is occupied with far more serious and important matters.Apart from him, everybody else knows, everybody!"Mariana's pallor increased.
"I must ask you to express yourself more clearly, Valentina Mihailovna.What is it you are displeased about?""L'insolente!" Madame Sipiagina thought, but contained herself.
"Do you want to know why I am displeased with you, Mariana? Then I must tell you that I disapprove of your prolonged interviews with a young man who is very much beneath you in birth, breeding, and social position.I am displeased...no! this word is far too mild--I am shocked at your late...your night visits to this young man! And where does it happen? Under my own roof!
Perhaps you see nothing wrong in it and think that it has nothing to do with me, that I should be silent and thereby screen your disgraceful conduct.As an honourable woman...oui, mademoiselle, je l'ai ete, je le suis, et je le serai tu'jours! Ican't help being horrified at such proceedings!"Valentina Mihailovna threw herself into an armchair as if overcome by her indignation.Mariana smiled for the first time.
"I do not doubt your honour-- past, present, and to come," she began; "and I mean this quite sincerely.Your indignation is needless.I have brought no shame on your house.The young man whom you alluded to...yes, I have certainly...fallen in love with him.""You love Mr.Nejdanov?"
"Yes, I love him."
Valentina Mihailovna sat up straight in her chair.
"But, Mariana! he's only a student, of no birth, no family, and he is younger than you are!" (These words were pronounced not without a certain spiteful pleasure.) "What earthly good can come of it? What do you see in him? He is only an empty-headed boy.""That was not always your opinion of him, Valentina Mihailovna.""For heaven's sake leave me out of the question, my dear!...
Pas tant d'esprit que ca, je vous prie.The thing concerns you and your future.Just consider for a moment.What sort of a match is this for you?""I must confess, Valentina Mihailovna, that I did not look at it in that light.""What? What did you say? What am I to think? Let us assume that you followed the dictates of your heart, but then it must end in marriage sometime or other.""I don't know...I had not thought of that.""You had not thought of that? You must be mad!"Mariana turned away.
"Let us make an end of this conversation, Valentina Mihailovna.
It won't lead to anything.In any case we won't understand each other."Valentina Mihailovna started up.
"I can't, I won't put an end to this conversation! It's far too serious...I am responsible for you before..."Valentina Mihailovna was going to say God, but hesitated and added, "before the whole world! I can't be silent when I hear such utter madness! And why can't I understand you, pray? What insufferable pride these young people have nowadays! On the contrary, I understand you only too well...I can see that you are infected with these new ideas, which will only be your ruin.
It will be too late to turn back then."
"Maybe; but believe me, even if we perish, we will not so much as stretch out a finger that you might save us!""Pride again! This awful pride! But listen, Mariana, listen to me," she added, suddenly changing her tone.She wanted to draw Mariana nearer to herself, but the latter stepped back a pace.
