Pan Stanislav, under the impression of the catastrophe, forgot utterly
his promise to inform Osnovski by letter how Pan Ignas had borne the
rupture of the marriage and the departure of Lineta. But Osnovski,
having learned from the newspapers what had happened, inquired every
day by telegraph about the condition of the patient, and was greatly
alarmed. In the press and in public the most contradictory accounts
were current. Some journals declared that his condition was hopeless;
others predicted a speedy recovery. For a long time Pan Stanislav could
report nothing certain; and only after two weeks did he send a despatch
that the sick man had ceased to waver between death and life, and that
the doctors guaranteed his recovery.
Osnovski answered with a long letter, in which he gave various news
from Ostend,--
"God reward you for good news! All danger has passed then
decisively? I cannot tell you what a weight fell from the hearts
of both of us. Tell Pan Ignas that not only I, but my wife
received the news of his recovery with tears. She does not speak
of any one else now, and thinks only of him. Oh, what women
are! volumes might be written on this subject; but Anetka is
an exception, and will you believe, that in spite of all her
terror and sorrow and sympathy, Ignas has increased in her eyes
through this unhappy event? They seek romantic sides always; so
far does this reach that even in Kopovski, as the originator of
the misfortune, Anetka, who knows all his stupidity, sees now
something demonic. But beyond all she praises God for the recovery
of Ignas. May he live to the glory of our society, and may he
find a being worthy of him! From your despatch, I infer that he
is under the care of Panna Helena. May God grant her too every
blessing for such an honest heart! Really she has no one in the
world nearer to her than Ignas, and I imagine that he is still
dearer to her through remembrance of Ploshovski.
"Now, since you have quieted me as to Ignas's recovery, I can
send you some news about Aunt Bronich and Lineta. Perhaps you
have heard that they are here with Kopovski. They went first to
Scheveningen; but, hearing that the small-pox was there, they
escaped to Ostend, not supposing that we were here. We met a
number of times in the Cursaal, but pretended not to know them.
Kopovski even left cards with us; but we did not return his
visit, though, as my wife says justly, he is far less to blame
in all this than the two women. When I received your despatch,
stating that Ignas is saved surely, I thought that humanity itself
commanded me to send the news to them, and I did so. As matters
stand, life is unpleasant for them here, since their acquaintances
withdraw; so I wished them to know at least that they have no
human life on their consciences, all the more since Lineta, as
it would seem, felt the deed of Ignas. In fact, they called the
same day on us, and my wife received them. She says truly that
evil is moral sickness, and that we should not desert relatives in
sickness. In general, this first meeting was awkward and painful
for both sides. Of Ignas we said not a word. Kopovski appears here
as Lineta's betrothed; but they do not seem very happy, though, to
tell the truth, she is better fitted for him than for Ignas, and
in that view at least what has happened may be considered God's
work. I know also from persons aside that Aunt Bronich mentions
it as such. I need not tell you how that abuse of the name of God
angers me. I know that she tried to talk into some acquaintances
stopping here that she and her niece broke with Ignas because of
his want of religious feelings; to others she told tales of his
despotism and of his disagreement in temper with Lineta. In all
this she deceives not only the world, but herself. Aunt, through
persuading herself and others of it unceasingly, believes at last
in the lofty character of Lineta, and in this too she is immensely
disappointed. She feels bound really to defend her; she invents
God knows what in her behalf, and struggles like a mad woman; but
a feeling of disappointment sticks in her, and I think that she
grieves over it, for she has grown very thin. Evidently they value
relations with us, which, as they hope, may bring them back to
society; but though my wife received them, our relations cannot
return to their former condition, of course. I, first of all,
could not permit this, from regard to my duty of choosing a proper
society for my wife. Lineta's marriage with Kopovski is to be in
Paris two months from now. Of course we shall not be present.
Moreover, my wife looks on the marriage very skeptically. I have
written thus at length hoping to oblige you to write as much, with
all details about Ignas. If his health permits, press his hand for
me, and tell him that he has and will have in me a most cordial
friend, who is devoted heart and soul to him."
Marynia, notwithstanding the lateness of the season, was living yet in
Buchynek; so that Pan Stanislav, when he received this letter in the
counting-house, showed it first of all to the Bigiels, with whom he
dined.
"I am glad of one thing," said Pani Bigiel, when she had finished the
letter; "she will marry that Kopovski right away. Otherwise I should be
afraid that something might spring up again in Ignas, and that after he
had recovered he might be ready to return to her."
"No; Pan Ignas has much character, and I think that he would not
return in any case," said Bigiel. "What is thy thought, Stas?"
Bigiel was so accustomed to ask the opinion of his partner in every
question, that he could not get on without it in this one.
"I think that they, when they look around on what they have done, will
be rather ready to return. As to Ignas, I have lived so many years, and
seen so many improbable things, that I will not answer for any one."
At that moment these words occurred again to Pan Stanislav: "I know
what she is, but I cannot tear my soul from her."
"But wouldst thou return in his place?" inquired Bigiel.
"I think not; but I will not answer for myself even. First of all, I
shouldn't have shot myself in the forehead; but still, I don't know
even that."
And he said this with great discouragement, for he thought that if
there was any man who had no right to answer for himself it was he.
But Pani Bigiel began,--
"I would give I do not know what to see Ignas; but really it is easier
to take a fortress than to go to him. And I cannot understand why Panna
Helena keeps him from people so, even from such friends as we are."
"She keeps him from people because the doctor has ordered absolute
quiet. Besides, since he has regained consciousness, the sight of his
nearest friends, even, is terribly painful to him; and this we can
understand. He cannot talk with them about his deed; and he sees that
every one who approaches him is thinking of nothing else."
"But you are there every day."
"They admit me because I was connected with the affair from the
beginning; I was the first to report the rupture of the marriage, and I
watched him."
"Does he mention that girl yet?"
"I asked Panna Helena and Panna Ratkovski about this; they answered,
'Never.' I have sat for hours with him alone, and have heard nothing.
It is wonderful: he is conscious; he knows that he is wounded, knows
that he is sick; but he seems at the same time to remember nothing of
past events, just as if the past had no existence whatever. The doctors
say that wounds in the head cause various and very peculiar phenomena
of this kind. For the rest, he recognizes every one who approaches him,
exhibits immense gratitude to Panna Helena and Panna Ratkovski. He
loves Panna Ratkovski especially, and evidently yearns for her when she
goes for a while from him. But they are both, as God lives!--there are
no words to tell how good they are."
"Panna Ratkovski moves me especially," said Pani Bigiel.
Bigiel put in, "Meditating over everything carefully, I have come to
the conclusion that she must have fallen in love with him."
"Thou hast spent time for nothing in meditating," answered Pan
Stanislav, "for that is as clear as the sun. The poor thing hid this
feeling in herself till misfortune came. Why did she reject such an
offer as Svirski's? I make no secret of this, for Svirski himself
tells it on every side. It seems to him that he owes her satisfaction
because he suspected her of being in love with Kopovski. When Pan
Ignas shot himself, she was living with her relative, Pani Melnitski,
after the Osnovskis had gone; but when she learned that Panna Helena
had taken Ignas, she went and begged permission to remain with her.
All know perfectly how to understand this; but she does not mind such
considerations, just as Panna Helena herself does not mind them."
Here Pan Stanislav turned to Pani Bigiel,--
"Panna Ratkovski moves you deeply; but think, as God lives, what a
tragic figure Panna Helena is. Pan Ignas is alive, at least, but
Ploshovski aimed better; and, according to her ideas, there is no mercy
for him, even in that world. But she loves him. There is a position!
Finally, after such a suicide, comes another; it tears open all wounds,
freshens every memory. Panna Ratkovski may be a touching figure; but
the other has her life broken forever, and no hope, nothing left but
despair."
"True, true! But she must be attached to Ignas, since she cares for him
so."
"I understand why she does it; she wants to beg of the Lord God mercy
for the other man, because she has saved Pan Ignas."
"That may be," said Bigiel. "And who knows that Pan Ignas may not marry
Panna Ratkovski, when he recovers?"
"If he forgets that other, if he is not broken, and if he recovers."
"How, if he recovers? Just now thou hast said that his recovery is
undoubted."
"It is undoubted that he will live; but the question is, will he be
the former Ignas? Even though he had not fired into his head, it would
be difficult to say whether such an experience would not break a man
who is so sensitive. But add a broken head; that must be paid for.
Who knows what will happen further? but now, for example, though he
is conscious, though he talks with sense, at times he breaks off, and
cannot recollect the simplest expression. Before, he never hesitated.
This, too, is strange,--he remembers the names of things well, but
when it is a question of any act, he stops most generally, and either
remembers with effort, or forgets altogether."
"What does the doctor say?"
"In God is his hope that it will pass; the doctor does not lose hope.
But even yesterday, while I was going in, Ignas said, 'Pani--' and
stopped. Evidently he was thinking of Marynia, whom he recalled on a
sudden, but he could not ask about her. Every day he talks more, it is
true; but before he recovers, much time may pass, and certain traces
may remain forever."
"But does Marynia know of everything?"
"While there was no certainty that he would live, I kept everything in
secret; but after that I thought it better to tell her. Of course I was
very cautious. It was hard to keep the whole matter from her longer.
People were talking too much about it, and I feared that she might
hear from people on one side. I told her, moreover, that the wound was
slight, and that nothing threatened him, but that the doctors forbade
him visitors. Even thus she was greatly affected."
"When will you bring her to the city?"
"While the weather is good, I prefer to keep her in the country."
Further conversation was interrupted by a letter, which the servant
gave Pan Stanislav. The letter was from Mashko, and contained the
following words:--
"I wish to see thee in thy own interest. I will wait for thee at
my house till five."
"I am curious to know what he wants," said Pan Stanislav.
"Who is it?"
"Mashko; he wants to see me."
"Business and business," said Bigiel; "he has business above his ears.
Sometimes I wonder really whence he gets endurance and wit for all
this. Dost thou know that Pani Kraslavski has come home, and that she
has lost her sight altogether? She sees nothing now, or what is called
nothing. We visited those ladies before they left their country house.
Wherever one turns there is misery, so that at last pity seizes one
while looking."
"But in misfortune each man or woman shows his or her real nature,"
said Pani Bigiel. "You remember that we considered Pani Mashko as
somewhat dry in character, but you will not believe how kind she is
now to her mother. She does not let a servant come near her; she
attends her herself everywhere, waits on her, reads to her. Really
she has given me a pleasant surprise, or rather both of them, for
Path Kraslavski has lost her former pretentiousness thoroughly. It is
pleasant to see how those women love each other. It seems that there
was something in Pani Mashko which we could not discover."
"Both, too, were terribly indignant at the behavior of Panna Castelli,"
added Bigiel. "Pani Kraslavski said to us, 'If my Terka had acted in
that way, I should have denied her, though I am blind, and need care.'
But Pani Mashko is as she is, and she would not have acted in that way,
for she is another kind of woman."
Pan Stanislav drank his cup of black coffee, and began to take
farewell. For some time past every conversation about Pani Mashko had
become for the man unendurable; it seemed to him, moreover, that he
was listening again to an extract from that strange human comedy which
people were playing around him, and in which he, too, was playing his
empty part. It did not occur to him that human nature is so composed
that even in the very worst person some good element may be found, and
that Pani Mashko might be, after all, a loving daughter. In general, he
preferred not to think of that, but began to halt over the question,
what could Mashko want of him? Forgetting that Mashko had written in
the letter that he wanted to see him, not in his own, but in his (Pan
Stanislav's) interest, he supposed, with a certain alarm, that he
wanted money a second time.
"But I," thought he, "will not refuse now."
And it occurred to him that life is like the machinery of a watch. When
something is out of order in one wheel, all begin to act irregularly.
What connection could there be between his adventure with Pani Mashko
and his business, his money, his mercantile work? And still he felt
that even as a merchant he had not, at least with reference to Mashko,
the freedom that he once had.
But his suppositions proved faulty. Mashko had not come to ask money.
"I looked for thee in the counting-house, and at thy residence," said
he; "at last I divined that thou must be at the Bigiels', and I sent my
letter there. I wished to speak with thee on thy own business."
"How can I serve thee?" asked Pan Stanislav.
"First of all, I beg that what I say may remain between us."
"It will; I am listening."
Mashko looked for a time in silence at Pan Stanislav, as if to prepare
him by that silence for some important announcement; at last he said,
with a wonderful calmness, weighing out every expression,--
"I wished to tell thee that I am lost beyond redemption."
"Hast lost the will case?"
"No; the case will come up only two weeks from now but I know that I
shall lose it."
"Whence hast thou that certainty?"
"Dost remember what I told thee once, that cases against wills are won
almost always because the attack is more energetic than the defence;
because usually the overthrow of the will concerns some one personally,
while maintaining it does not? Everything in the world may be attacked;
for though a thing be in accordance with the spirit of the law, almost
always, in a greater degree or less, it fails to satisfy the letter,
and the courts must hold to the letter."
"True. Thou hast said all that."
"Well, so it is, too, in this case which I took up. It was not so
adventurous as may seem. The whole question was to break the will; and
I should, perhaps, succeed in proving certain disagreements in it with
the letter of the law, were it not that there is a man striving with
equal energy to prove that there are none such. I will not talk long
about this; it is enough for thee to know that I have to contend not
merely with an opponent who is a lawyer and a finished trickster, but
a personal enemy, for whom it is a question, not only to win the case,
but to ruin me. Once I slighted him, and now he is taking revenge."
"In general, I do not understand why you have to do with any one except
the State Attorney."
"Because there were legacies to private people in defence of which the
opposite side employed Sledz, that advocate. But let this rest. I must
lose the case, for it is in conditions for being lost; and if I were
Sledz, I would win just as he wins. I know this in advance, and I do
not deceive myself. Enough now of this whole matter."
"But go on; appeal."
"No, my dear friend, I cannot go on."
"Why?"
"Because I have more debts than there are hairs on my head; because,
after my first defeat, creditors will rush at me; and because"--here
Mashko lowered his voice--"I must flee."
Silence followed.
Mashko rested his elbow on his knee, his head on his palm, and sat some
time with his head inclined; but after a while he began to speak, as if
to himself, without raising his head,--
"It is broken. I tied knots desperately, till my hands were wearied;
strength would have failed any man, still I kept knotting. But I cannot
knot any longer! God sees that I have no more strength left. Everything
must have its end; and let this finish sometime."
Here he drew breath, like a man who is terribly tired; then he raised
his head, and said,--
"This, however, is my affair merely, and I have come to talk of thy
affairs. Listen to me! According to contract concluded at the sale of
Kremen, I was to make payments to thy wife after the parcelling of
Magyerovka; thou hast a few thousand rubles of thy own money with me.
I was to pay thy father-in-law a life annuity. Now I come to tell thee
that if not in a week, then in two, I shall go abroad as a bankrupt,
and thou and they will not see a copper."
Mashko, while telling all this with the complete boldness and insolence
of a man who no longer has anything to lose, looked Pan Stanislav in
the eyes, as if seeking for a storm.
But he was deceived most thoroughly. Pan Stanislav's face grew dark for
one twinkle of an eye, it is true, as if from suppressed anger; but he
calmed himself quickly, and said,--
"I have always expected that this would end so."
Mashko, who, knowing with whom he had to deal supposed that Pan
Stanislav would seize him by the shoulder, looked at him with
amazement, as if wishing to ask what had happened.
But at that moment Pan Stanislav thought,--
"If he had wanted to borrow money for the road, I could not have
refused him."
But aloud he said, "Yes; this was to be foreseen."
"No," answered Mashko, with the stubbornness of a man who will not part
with the thought that only a concurrence of exceptional circumstances
is to blame for everything. "Thou hast no right to say this. The moment
before death, I should be ready to repeat that it might have gone
otherwise."
But Pan Stanislav inquired, as if with a shade of impatience,--
"My dear, what dost thou want of me specially?"
Mashko recovered, and answered,--
"Nothing. I have come to thee only as to a man who has shown me
good-will at all times, and with whom I have contracted a money debt,
as well as a debt of gratitude; I have come to confess openly how
things stand, and also to say to thee: save what is possible, and as
much as possible."
Pan Stanislav set his teeth; he judged that even in that irony of
life, whose chattering he heard round about him continually for some
time past, there ought to be a certain measure. Meanwhile Mashko's
words about friendship and a debt of gratitude seemed to him as simply
passing that measure. "May the devils take the money and thee--if thou
would only go!" thought he, in spirit. But compressing in himself the
wish to utter this audibly, he said,--
"I see no way."
"There is only one way," answered Mashko. "While it is still unknown to
people that I must break, while hopes are connected with the will case,
while my name and signature mean something, thou hast a chance to sell
thy wife's claim. Thou wilt say to the purchaser that it is thy wish to
capitalize the whole property, or something of that sort. Appearances
are easy. A purchaser will be found always, especially if thou decide
to sell at a certain reduction. In view of profit, any Jew will buy. I
prefer that any other should lose rather than thou; it is permitted
thee not to hear what I have told thee of my coming bankruptcy, and
it is permitted thee to hope that I shall win the case. Thou canst be
sure that he who will buy the claim of thee, would sell it to thee,
even though he knew that it would not be worth a broken copper on the
morrow. The world is an exchange; and on the exchange most business is
transacted on this basis. This is called cleverness."
"No," answered Pan Stanislav, "it has a different name. Thou hast
mentioned Jews; there are certain kinds of business which they describe
with one word, '_schmuzig!_' I shall save my wife's claim in another
way."
"As may please thee. I, my clear friend, know the value of my system;
but, seest thou, in spite of all, I said to myself that I ought to tell
thee this. It is perhaps the honor of a bankrupt; but now I cannot
have another. It is easy for thee to divine how hard it is for me to
say this. For that matter, I knew in advance that thou wouldst refuse;
hence with me it was a question only of doing my own. And now give me a
cup of tea and a glass of cognac, for I am barely living."
Pan Stanislav rang for the tea and the cognac.
Mashko continued,--
"I must pluck a certain number of people,--there is no help for that;
hence I prefer to pluck indifferent ones rather than those who have
rendered me service. There are positions in which a man must be an
opportunist with his own conscience."
Here Mashko laughed with bitterness.
"I did not know of that myself," continued he; "but now new horizons
open themselves before me. One is learning till death. We bankrupts
have a certain point of honor too. As to me, I care less for those who
would have plucked me in a given case than those who are near me, and
to whom I owe gratitude. This may be the morality of Rinaldini, but
morality of its own kind."
The servant brought in tea now. Mashko, needing to strengthen himself
evidently, added to his cup an overflowing glass of cognac, and,
cooling the hot tea in that way; drank it at a gulp.
"My dear friend," said Pan Stanislav, "thou knowest the position better
than I. All that I could say against flight, and in favor of remaining
and coming to terms with creditors, thou hast said to thyself of
course, therefore I prefer to ask of something else: Hast thou
something to grasp with thy hand? Hast thou even money for the road?"
"I have. Whether a man fails for a hundred thousand, or a hundred and
ten thousand, is all one; but I thank thee for the question."
Here Mashko added cognac to a second cup of tea, and said,--
"Do not think that I am beginning to drink from despair; I have not sat
down since morning, and I am terribly tired. Ah, how much good this
has done me! I will say now to thee openly that I have not thrown up
the game. Thou seest that I have not fired into my forehead. That is a
melodrama! that is played out. I know, indeed, that everything is ended
for me here; but in this place I could not sail out anyhow. Here the
interests are too small simply, and there is no field. Take the west,
Paris! There men make fortunes; there they take a somersault, and rise
again. What is to be said in the case if it is so? Dost thou know that
Hirsh had not, perhaps, three hundred francs on leaving this country?
I know, I know! from the standpoint of local mustiness and stupidity
here, this will seem a dream,--the fever of a bankrupt. But still, men
inferior to me have made millions there,--inferior to me! Lose or win.
But if I come back at any time--"
And evidently the tea and cognac had begun to rouse him, for, clinching
his fist, he added,--
"Thou wilt see!"
"If that is not dreaming," answered Pan Stanislav, with still greater
impatience than before, "it is the future. But now what?"
"Now," said Mashko, after a while, "they will count me a swindler. No
one will think that there are falls and falls. I will tell thee, for
instance, that I have not taken from my wife a single signature, a
single surety, and that she will have everything which she had before
marriage. I am going now; and until I am settled she will remain
here with her mother. I do not know whether you have heard that Pani
Kraslavski has lost her sight. I cannot take them at present, for I
am not even sure where I shall live,--in Paris perhaps, perhaps in
Antwerp. But I hope that our separation will not be lasting. They know
nothing yet. See in what the drama is! See what tortures me!"
And Mashko put his palm on the top of his head, blinking at the same
time, as if from pain in his eyes.
"When wilt thou go?" inquired Pan Stanislav.
"I cannot tell. I will let thee know. Thou hast had the evident wish
to aid me, and thou mayest, though not in money. People will avoid my
wife at first; show her, then, a little attention; take her under thy
protection. Is it agreed? Thou hast been really friendly to me, and I
know that thou art friendly to her."
"As God lives, one might go mad," thought Pan Stanislav; but he said
aloud,--
"Agreed."
"I thank thee from the soul of my heart; and I have still a prayer.
Thou hast much influence over those two ladies. They will believe thy
words. Defend me a little in the first moments before my wife. Explain
to her that dishonesty is one thing, and misfortune another. I, as God
lives, am not such a rogue as people will consider me. I might have
brought my wife also to ruin, but I have not done so. I might have
obtained from thee a few thousand more rubles; but I preferred not
to take them. Thou wilt be able to put this before her, and she will
believe thee. Is it agreed?"
"Agreed," replied Pan Stanislav.
Mashko covered his head with his hands once more, and said, with a face
contracted as if from physical pain,--
"See where real ruin is! See what pains the most!"
After a while he began to take farewell, thanking Pan Stanislav,
meanwhile, again for good-will toward his wife, and future care of her.
Pan Stanislav went out with him, sat in a carriage, and started for
Buchynek.
On the road he thought of Mashko and his fate; but at the same time he
repeated to himself, "I too am a bankrupt!"
And that was true. Besides this, for a certain time some sort of
general uncomprehended alarm had tormented him; against this he could
not defend himself. Round about he saw disappointment, catastrophes,
ruin; and he could not resist the feeling that all these were for him,
too, a kind of warning and threat of the future. He proved to himself,
it is true, that such fears could not be logically justified; but none
the less, the fears did not cease to stick in the bottom of his soul
somewhere, and sometimes he said to himself again, "Why should I be
the one exception?" Then his heart was straitened with a foreboding
of misfortune. This was still worse than those pins which, without
wishing it, people, even the most friendly, drove into him by any word,
unconsciously. In general, his nerves had suffered recently, so that
he had become almost superstitious. He returned daily to Buchynek in
alarm, lest something bad might have happened in the house during his
absence.
This evening, he returned later than usual because of Mashko's call,
and drove in about the time when real darkness had come. Stepping out
before the entrance on the sandy road, which dulled the sound of the
carriage, he saw through the window Marynia, Pani Emilia, and the
professor sitting near a table in the middle of the parlor. Marynia
was laying out patience, and was evidently explaining the play to Pani
Emilia, for her head was turned toward her, and she had one finger on
the cards. At sight of her Pan Stanislav thought that which for some
time he had been repeating mentally, and which filled him at once with
a feeling of happiness, and with greater anger at himself: "She is the
purest soul that I have met in life." And with that thought he entered
the room.
"Thou art late to-day," said Marynia, when he raised her hand to his
lips with greeting; "but we are waiting for thee with supper."
"Mashko detained me," answered he. "What is to be heard here?"
"The same as ever. All happy."
"And how art thou?"
"As well as a fish!" answered she, joyously, giving him her forehead
for a kiss.
Then she began to inquire about Pan Ignas. Pan Stanislav, after the
disagreeable talk with Mashko, breathed for the first time more freely.
"She is in health, and all is right," thought he, as if in wonder.
And really he felt well in that bright room, in that great peace,
among those friendly souls and at the side of that person so good
and reliable. He felt that everything was there which he needed for
happiness; but he felt that he had spoiled that happiness of his own
will; that he had brought into the clear atmosphere of his house the
elements of corruption and evil, and that he was living under that roof
without a right.