THE elegantly dressed man went up to Nejdanov with an amiable smile and began: "I have already had the pleasure of meeting you and even speaking to you, Mr.Nejdanov, the day before yesterday, if you remember, at the theatre." (The visitor paused, as though waiting for Nejdanov to make some remark, but the latter merely bowed slightly and blushed.) "I have come to see you about your advertisement, which I noticed in the paper.I should like us to have a talk if your visitors would not mind..." (He bowed to Mashurina, and waved a grey-gloved hand in the direction of Paklin and Ostrodumov.)"Not at all," Nejdanov replied awkwardly."Won't you sit down?"The visitor bowed from the waist, drew a chair to himself, but did not sit down, as every oneelse was standing.He merely gazed around the room with his bright though half-closed eyes.
"Goodbye, Alexai Dmitritch," Mashurina exclaimed suddenly."Iwill come again presently."
"And I too," Ostrodumov added.
Mashurina did not take the slightest notice of the visitor as she passed him, but went straight up to Nejdanov, gave him a hearty shake of the hand, and left the room without bowing to anyone.
Ostrodumov followed her, making an unnecessary noise with his boots, and snorting out once or twice contemptuously, "There's a beaver collar for you!"The visitor accompanied them with a polite though slightly inquisitive look, and then directed his gaze to Paklin, hoping the latter would follow their example, but Paklin withdrew into a corner and settled down.A peculiarly suppressed smile played on his lips ever since the appearance of the stranger.The visitor and Nejdanov also sat down.
"My name is Sipiagin.You may perhaps have heard of me," the visitor began with modest pride.
We must first relate how Nejdanov had met him at the theatre.
There had been a performance of Ostrovsky's play "Never Sit in Another Man's Sledge", on the occasion of the great actor Sadovsky's coming from Moscow.Rusakov, one of the characters in the play, was known to be one of his favourite parts.Just before dinner on that day, Nejdanov went down to the theatre to book a ticket, but found a large crowd already waiting there.He walked up to the desk with the intention of getting a ticket for the pit, when an officer, who happened to be standing behind him, thrust a three-rouble note over Nejdanov's head and called out to the man inside: "He" (meaning Nejdanov) "will probably want change.I don't.Give me a ticket for the stalls, please.Make haste, I'm in a hurry!""Excuse me, sir, I want a ticket for the stalls myself!Nejdanov exclaimed, throwing down a three-rouble note, all the ready money he possessed.He got his ticket, and in the evening appeared in the aristocratic part of the Alexandrinsky Theatre.
He was badly dressed, without gloves and in dirty boots.He was uncomfortable and angry with himself for feeling uncomfortable.Ageneral with numerous orders glittering on his breast sat on his right, and on his left this same elegant Sipiagin, whose appearance two days later at Nejdanov's so astonished Mashurina and Ostrodumov.The general stared at Nejdanov every now and again, as though at something indecent, out of place, and offensive.Sipiagin looked at him sideways, but did not seem unfriendly.All the people surrounding him were evidently personages of some importance, and as they all knew one another, they kept exchanging remarks, exclamations, greetings, occasionally even over Nejdanov's head.He sat there motionless and ill at ease in his spacious armchair, feeling like an outcast.Ostrovsky's play and Sadovsky's acting afforded him but little pleasure, and he felt bitter at heart.When suddenly, Oh wonder! During one of the intervals, his neighbour on the left, not the glittering general, but the other with no marks of distinction on his breast, addressed him politely and kindly, but somewhat timidly.He asked him what he thought of Ostrovsky's play, wanted to know his opinion of it as a representative of the new generation.Nejdanov, overwhelmed and half frightened, his heart beating fast, answered at first curtly, in monosyllables, but soon began to be annoyed with his own excitement."After all," he thought, " am I not a man like everybody else? "And began expressing his opinions quite freely, without any restraint.He got so carried away by his subject, and spoke so loudly, that he quite alarmed the order-bedecked general.
Nejdanov was a strong admirer of Ostrovsky, but could not help feeling, in spite of the author's great genius, his evident desire to throw a slur on modern civilisation in the burlesqued character of Veherov, in "Never Sit in Another Man's Sledge".
His polite neighbour listened to him attentively, evidently interested in what he said.He spoke to him again in the next interval, not about the play this time, but about various matters of everyday life, about science, and even touched upon political questions.He was decidedly interested in his eloquent young companion.Nejdanov did not feel in the least constrained as before, but even began to assume airs, as if saying, "If you really want to know, I can satisfy your curiosity!" The general's annoyance grew to indignation and even suspicion.
After the play Sipiagin took leave of Nejdanov very courteously, but did not ask his name, neither did he tell him his own.While waiting for his carriage, he ran against a friend, a certain Prince G., an aide-de-camp.
"I watched you from my box," the latter remarked, through a perfumed moustache."Do you know whom you were speaking to?""No.Do you? A rather clever chap.Who is he?"The prince whispered in his ear in French."He is my brother..
