Velchaninov, in complete despair, began trying to persuade her that this was impossible.
In silence she closed her eyes and did not utter another word, as though she did not see or hear him.
On getting into Petersburg he told the driver to take him straight to Pokrovsky Hotel. It was ten o'clock; Pavel Pavlovitch was not in his lodging. Velchaninov spent a full half-hour in waiting for him and walking up and down the passage in sickening suspense. Marya Sysoevna assured him at last that Pavel Pavlovitch would not be back till early next morning. "Then I will come early in the morning," Velchaninov decided, and, beside himself, he set off for home.
But what was his astonishment when, at the door of his flat, he learned from Mavra that his yesterday’s visitor had been waiting for him since ten o'clock.
"And has been pleased to drink tea here, and has sent out for wine again, and has given me a blue note to get it."
CHAPTER IX
An Apparition
Pavel Pavlovitch had made himself exceedingly comfortable. He was sitting in the same chair as the day before, smoking a cigarette, and had just poured himself out the fourth and last glass from a bottle of wine. The teapot and an unfinished glass of tea was standing on a table close by. His flushed face was beaming with bliss. He had even taken off his coat, as it was warm, and was sitting in his waistcoat.
"Excuse me, most faithful of friends!" he cried, seeing Velchaninov and jumping up to put on his coat. "I took it off for the greater enjoyment of the moment . . ."
Velchaninov went up to him menacingly.
"Are you not quite drunk yet? Is it still possible to talk to you?"
Pavel Pavlovitch was a little fluttered.
"No, not quite. . . . I've been commemorating the deceased, but—not quite———"
"Will you understand me too?"
"That's what I've come for, to understand you."
