| PART 5
Chapter 25
 When Alexey Alexandrovitch came into the Countess Lidia
 Ivanovna's snug little boudoir, decorated with old china and hung
 with portraits, the lady herself had not yet made her appearance. She was changing her dress. A cloth was laid on a round table, and on it stood a china
 tea service and a silver spirit-lamp and tea kettle.  Alexey
 Alexandrovitch looked idly about at the endless familiar
 portraits which adorned the room, and sitting down to the table,
 he opened a New Testament lying upon it.  The rustle of the
 countess's silk skirt drew his attention off. "Well now, we can sit quietly," said Countess Lidia Ivanovna,
 slipping hurriedly with an agitated smile between the table and
 the sofa, "and talk over our tea." After some words of preparation, Countess Lidia Ivanovna,
 breathing hard and flushing crimson, gave into Alexey
 Alexandrovitch's hands the letter she had received. After reading the letter, he sat a long while in silence. "I don't think I have the right to refuse her," he said,
 timidly lifting his eyes. "Dear friend, you never see evil in anyone!" "On the contrary, I see that all is evil.  But whether it is
 just..." His face showed irresolution, and a seeking for counsel, support,
 and guidance in a matter he did not understand. "No," Countess Lidia Ivanovna interrupted him; "there are limits
 to everything.  I can understand immorality," she said, not
 quite truthfully, since she never could understand that which
 leads women to immorality; "but I don't understand cruelty: to
 whom? to you!  How can she stay in the town where you are?  No,
 the longer one lives the more one learns.  And I'm learning to
 understand your loftiness and her baseness." "Who is to throw a stone?" said Alexey Alexandrovitch,
 unmistakably pleased with the part he had to play.  "I have
 forgiven all, and so I cannot deprive her of what is exacted by
 love in her--by her love for her son...." |