made my offer I hadn't even that. I was serving on the railway then for ten roubles a month, but only for the time."
"Do you mean to say you've made an offer of marriage?"
"Yes, a formal offer, and ever so long ago—over three weeks."
"Well, and what happened?"
"The old man laughed awfully at first, and then was awfully angry, and locked her up upstairs. But Nadya held out heroically* But that was all because he was a bit crusty with me before, for throwing up the berth in his department which he had got me into four months ago, before I went to the railway. He's a capital old chap, I tell you again, simple and jolly at home, but you can't fancy what he's like as soon as he's in his office! He's like a Jove enthroned! I naturally let him know that I was not attracted by his manners there, but the chief trouble was through the head clerk's assistant: that gentleman took it into his head that I had been 'rude' to him, and all that I said to him was that he was undeveloped. I threw them all up, and now I'm at a notary's."
"And did you get much in the department?"
"Oh, I was not on the regular staff! The old man used to give me an allowance too; I tell you he's a good sort, but we shan't give in, all the same. Of course, twenty-five roubles is not enough to support a wife, but I hope soon to have a share in the management of Count Zavileysky's neglected estates, and then to rise to three thousand straight off, or else I shall become a lawyer. People are always going to law nowadays. . . . Bah! What a clap of thunder! There'll be a storm; it's a good thing I managed to get here before it; I came on foot, I ran almost all the way."
"But, excuse me, if so, when did you manage to talk things over with Nadyezhda Fedosyevna, especially if they refuse you admittance?"
"Why, one can talk over the fence! Did you notice that red-haired girl?" he laughed. "She's very active on our side, and Marie Nikititchna too; ah, she's a serpent, that Marie Nikititchna! . . . Why do you wince? Are you afraid of the thunder?"
"No, I'm unwell, very unwell. . . ."
Velchaninov, in positive agony from the pain in his chest, got up and tried to walk about the room.
"Oh, then, of course, I'm in your way. . . . Don't be uneasy, I'm just going!
