Part 12 (1/2)

”Luise Ivanovna, you can sit down,” he said casually to the gaily-dressed, purple-faced lady, who was still standing as though not venturing to sit down, though there was a chair beside her.

”Ich danke,” said the latter, and softly, with a rustle of silk she sank into the chair. Her light blue dress trimmed with white lace floated about the table like an air-balloon and filled almost half the room. She smelt of scent. But she was obviously embarra.s.sed at filling half the room and smelling so strongly of scent; and though her smile was impudent as well as cringing, it betrayed evident uneasiness.

The lady in mourning had done at last, and got up. All at once, with some noise, an officer walked in very jauntily, with a peculiar swing of his shoulders at each step. He tossed his c.o.c.kaded cap on the table and sat down in an easy-chair. The small lady positively skipped from her seat on seeing him, and fell to curtsying in a sort of ecstasy; but the officer took not the smallest notice of her, and she did not venture to sit down again in his presence. He was the a.s.sistant superintendent. He had a reddish moustache that stood out horizontally on each side of his face, and extremely small features, expressive of nothing much except a certain insolence. He looked askance and rather indignantly at Raskolnikov; he was so very badly dressed, and in spite of his humiliating position, his bearing was by no means in keeping with his clothes. Raskolnikov had unwarily fixed a very long and direct look on him, so that he felt positively affronted.

”What do you want?” he shouted, apparently astonished that such a ragged fellow was not annihilated by the majesty of his glance.

”I was summoned... by a notice...” Raskolnikov faltered.

”For the recovery of money due, from _the student_,” the head clerk interfered hurriedly, tearing himself from his papers. ”Here!” and he flung Raskolnikov a doc.u.ment and pointed out the place. ”Read that!”

”Money? What money?” thought Raskolnikov, ”but... then... it's certainly not _that_.”

And he trembled with joy. He felt sudden intense indescribable relief. A load was lifted from his back.

”And pray, what time were you directed to appear, sir?” shouted the a.s.sistant superintendent, seeming for some unknown reason more and more aggrieved. ”You are told to come at nine, and now it's twelve!”

”The notice was only brought me a quarter of an hour ago,” Raskolnikov answered loudly over his shoulder. To his own surprise he, too, grew suddenly angry and found a certain pleasure in it. ”And it's enough that I have come here ill with fever.”

”Kindly refrain from shouting!”

”I'm not shouting, I'm speaking very quietly, it's you who are shouting at me. I'm a student, and allow no one to shout at me.”

The a.s.sistant superintendent was so furious that for the first minute he could only splutter inarticulately. He leaped up from his seat.

”Be silent! You are in a government office. Don't be impudent, sir!”

”You're in a government office, too,” cried Raskolnikov, ”and you're smoking a cigarette as well as shouting, so you are showing disrespect to all of us.”

He felt an indescribable satisfaction at having said this.

The head clerk looked at him with a smile. The angry a.s.sistant superintendent was obviously disconcerted.

”That's not your business!” he shouted at last with unnatural loudness.

”Kindly make the declaration demanded of you. Show him. Alexandr Grigorievitch. There is a complaint against you! You don't pay your debts! You're a fine bird!”

But Raskolnikov was not listening now; he had eagerly clutched at the paper, in haste to find an explanation. He read it once, and a second time, and still did not understand.

”What is this?” he asked the head clerk.

”It is for the recovery of money on an I O U, a writ. You must either pay it, with all expenses, costs and so on, or give a written declaration when you can pay it, and at the same time an undertaking not to leave the capital without payment, and nor to sell or conceal your property. The creditor is at liberty to sell your property, and proceed against you according to the law.”

”But I... am not in debt to anyone!”

”That's not our business. Here, an I O U for a hundred and fifteen roubles, legally attested, and due for payment, has been brought us for recovery, given by you to the widow of the a.s.sessor Zarnitsyn, nine months ago, and paid over by the widow Zarnitsyn to one Mr. Tchebarov.

We therefore summon you, hereupon.”

”But she is my landlady!”

”And what if she is your landlady?”