CHAPTER XV
The Account is Settled
"You see? You see?" Pavel Pavlovitch skipped up to Velchaninov as soon as the youth had departed.
"Yes; you've no luck!" said Velchaninov carelessly.
He would not have said those words had he not been tortured and exasperated by the pain in his chest, which was growing more and more acute.
"It was because you felt for me, you didn't give me back the bracelet, wasn't it?"
"I hadn't time . . ."
"You felt for me from your heart, like a true friend?"
"Oh yes, I felt for you," said Velchaninov, in exasperation.
He told him briefly, however, how the bracelet had been returned to him, and how Nadyezhda Fedosyevna had almost forced him to assist in returning it. . . .
"You understand that nothing else would have induced me to take it; I've had unpleasantness enough apart from that!"
"You were fascinated and took it?" sniggered Pavel Pavlovitch.
"That's stupid on your part; however, I must excuse you. You saw for yourself just now that I'm not the leading person, that there are others in this affair."
"At the same time you were fascinated."
Pavel Pavlovitch sat down and filled up his glass.
"Do you imagine I'd give way to that wretched boy? I'll make mincemeat of him, so there! I'll go over to-morrow and polish him off. We'll smoke out that spirit from the nursery."
He emptied his glass almost at a gulp and filled it again; he began, in fact, to behave in an unusually free and easy way.
"Ah, Nadenka and Sashenka, the sweet little darlings, he—he—he!"
He was beside himself with anger. There came another louder clap of thunder, followed by a blinding flash of lightning, and the rain began streaming in bucketfuls. Pavel Pavlovitch got up and closed the open window.
"He asked you whether you were afraid of the thunder, he—he. Velchaninov afraid of thunder! Kobylnikov—what was it—Kobylnikov . . . and what about being fifty too—eh? Do you remember?" Pavel Pavlovitch sneered diabolically.
