The Torrents of Spring eBook

In my absence my mother had received from her new neighbour a letter on grey paper, sealed with brown wax, such as is only used in notices from the post-office or on the corks of bottles of cheap wine.  In this letter, which was written in illiterate language and in a slovenly hand, the princess begged my mother to use her powerful influence in her behalf; my mother, in the words of the princess, was very intimate with persons of high position, upon whom her fortunes and her children’s fortunes depended, as she had some very important business in hand.  ‘I address myself to you,’ she wrote, ’as one gentlewoman to another gentlewoman, and for that reason am glad to avail myself of the opportunity.’  Concluding, she begged my mother’s permission to call upon her.  I found my mother in an unpleasant state of indecision; my father was not at home, and she had no one of whom to ask advice.  Not to answer a gentlewoman, and a princess into the bargain, was impossible.  But my mother was in a difficulty as to how to answer her.  To write a note in French struck her as unsuitable, and Russian spelling was not a strong point with my mother herself, and she was aware of it, and did not care to expose herself.  She was overjoyed when I made my appearance, and at once told me to go round to the princess’s, and to explain to her by word of mouth that my mother would always be glad to do her excellency any service within her powers, and begged her to come to see her at one o’clock.  This unexpectedly rapid fulfilment of my secret desires both delighted and appalled me.  I made no sign, however, of the perturbation which came over me, and as a preliminary step went to my own room to put on a new necktie and tail coat; at home I still wore short jackets and lay-down collars, much as I abominated them.

IV

In the narrow and untidy passage of the lodge, which I entered with an involuntary tremor in all my limbs, I was met by an old grey-headed servant with a dark copper-coloured face, surly little pig’s eyes, and such deep furrows on his forehead and temples as I had never beheld in my life.  He was carrying a plate containing the spine of a herring that had been gnawed at; and shutting the door that led into the room with his foot, he jerked out, ‘What do you want?’

‘Is the Princess Zasyekin at home?’ I inquired.

‘Vonifaty!’ a jarring female voice screamed from within.

The man without a word turned his back on me, exhibiting as he did so the extremely threadbare hindpart of his livery with a solitary reddish heraldic button on it; he put the plate down on the floor, and went away.

‘Did you go to the police station?’ the same female voice called again.  The man muttered something in reply.  ’Eh....  Has some one come?’ I heard again....  ’The young gentleman from next door.  Ask him in, then.’

‘Will you step into the drawing-room?’ said the servant, making his appearance once more, and picking up the plate from the floor.  I mastered my emotions, and went into the drawing-room.