It was Grushnitski and the captain of dragoons.
I struck the latter on the head with my fist,knocked him off his feet,and darted into the bushes.All the paths of the garden which covered the slope opposite our houses were known to me.
"Thieves,guard!"...they cried.
A gunshot rang out;a smoking wad fell almost at my feet.
Within a minute I was in my own room,undressed and in bed.My manservant had only just locked the door when Grushnitski and the captain began knocking for admission.
"Pechorin!Are you asleep?Are you there?"...cried the captain.
"I am in bed,"I answered angrily.
"Get up!Thieves!...Circassians!"...
"I have a cold,"I answered."I am afraid of catching a chill."They went away.I had gained no useful pur-pose by answering them:they would have been looking for me in the garden for another hour or so.
Meanwhile the alarm became terrific.A Cossack galloped up from the fortress.The com-motion was general;Circassians were looked for in every shrub --and of course none were found.
Probably,however,a good many people were left with the firm conviction that,if only more courage and despatch had been shown by the garrison,at least a score of brigands would have failed to get away with their lives.
CHAPTER XVIII
27th June.
THIS morning,at the well,the sole topic of conversation was the nocturnal attack by the Circassians.I drank the appointed number of glasses of Narzan water,and,after sauntering a few times about the long linden avenue,I met Vera's husband,who had just arrived from Pyati-gorsk.He took my arm and we went to the restaurant for breakfast.He was dreadfully un-easy about his wife.
"What a terrible fright she had last night,"he said."Of course,it was bound to happen just at the very time when I was absent."We sat down to breakfast near the door leading into a corner-room in which about a dozen young men were sitting.Grushnitski was amongst them.
For the second time destiny provided me with the opportunity of overhearing a conversation which was to decide his fate.He did not see me,and,consequently,it was impossible for me to suspect him of design;but that only magnified his fault in my eyes.
"Is it possible,though,that they were really Circassians?"somebody said."Did anyone see them?""I will tell you the whole truth,"answered Grushnitski:"only please do not betray me.This is how it was:yesterday,a certain man,whose name I will not tell you,came up to me and told me that,at ten o'clock in the evening,he had seen somebody creeping into the Ligovskis'house.Imust observe that Princess Ligovski was here,and Princess Mary at home.So he and I set off to wait beneath the windows and waylay the lucky man."I confess I was frightened,although my com-panion was very busily engaged with his break-fast:he might have heard things which he would have found rather displeasing,if Grushnitski had happened to guess the truth;but,blinded by jealousy,the latter did not even suspect it.
"So,do you see?"Grushnitski continued.
"We set off,taking with us a gun,loaded with blank cartridge,so as just to give him a fright.
We waited in the garden till two o'clock.At length --goodness knows,indeed,where he ap-peared from,but he must have come out by the glass door which is behind the pillar;it was not out of the window that he came,because the window had remained unopened --at length,Isay,we saw someone getting down from the balcony...What do you think of Princess Mary --eh?Well,I admit,it is hardly what you might expect from Moscow ladies!After that what can you believe?We were going to seize him,but he broke away and darted like a hare into the shrubs.Thereupon I fired at him."There was a general murmur of incredulity.
"You do not believe it?"he continued."Igive you my word of honour as a gentleman that it is all perfectly true,and,in proof,I will tell you the man's name if you like.""Tell us,tell us,who was he?"came from all sides.
"Pechorin,"answered Grushnitski.
At that moment he raised his eyes --I was stand-ing in the doorway opposite to him.He grew terribly red.I went up to him and said,slowly and distinctly:
"I am very sorry that I did not come in before you had given your word of honour in confirma-tion of a most abominable calumny:my presence would have saved you from that further act of baseness."Grushnitski jumped up from his seat and seemed about to fly into a passion.
"I beg you,"I continued in the same tone:
"I beg you at once to retract what you have said;you know very well that it is all an inven-tion.I do not think that a woman's indifference to your brilliant merits should deserve so terrible a revenge.Bethink you well:if you maintain your present attitude,you will lose the right to the name of gentleman and will risk your life."Grushnitski stood before me in violent agita-tion,his eyes cast down.But the struggle be-tween his conscience and his vanity was of short duration.The captain of dragoons,who was sit-ting beside him,nudged him with his elbow.
Grushnitski started,and answered rapidly,with-out raising his eyes:
"My dear sir,what I say,I mean,and I am prepared to repeat...I am not afraid of your menaces and am ready for anything.""The latter you have already proved,"I an-swered coldly;and,taking the captain of dra-goons by the arm,I left the room.
"What do you want?"asked the captain.
"You are Grushnitski's friend and will no doubt be his second?"The captain bowed very gravely.
"You have guessed rightly,"he answered.
"Moreover,I am bound to be his second,because the insult offered to him touches myself also.Iwas with him last night,"he added,straightening up his stooping figure.
"Ah!So it was you whose head I struck so clumsily?"...
He turned yellow in the face,then blue;sup-pressed rage was portrayed upon his counte-nance.
"I shall have the honour to send my second to you to-day,"I added,bowing adieu to him very politely,without appearing to have noticed his fury.
On the restaurant-steps I met Vera's husband.
