cisely as they were,
while the peasant mounted his belathered steed and followed them at a
trot; and the elderly lady disappeared from the window, leaving its
panes even darker and blacker than they had previously been. Gubin,
slip-slopping through the puddles with bare feet, said to me with a
sharp glance as he moved to shut the entrance gates:

"I presume that I can now take in hand the little affair of which you
know."

"Yakov!" at this juncture someone shouted from the house.

Gubin straightened himself a la militaire.

"Yes, I am coming," he replied.

Whereafter, padding on bare soles, he ascended the steps. Nadezhda,
standing at their top, turned away with a frown of repulsion at his
approach, and nodded and beckoned to myself.

"What has Yakov said to you?" she inquired

"He has been reproaching me."

"Reproaching you for what?"

"For having spoken to you."

She heaved a sigh.

"Ah, the mischief-maker!" she exclaimed. "And what is it that he wants?"

As she pouted her displeasure her round and vacant face looked almost
childlike.

"Good Lord!" she added. "What DO such men as he want?"

Meanwhile the heavens were becoming overspread with dark grey clouds,
and presaging a flood of autumn rain, while from the window near the
steps the voice of Peter's mother-in-law was issuing in a steady
stream. At first, however, nothing was distinguishable save a sound
like the humming of a spindle.

"It is my mother that is speaking," Nadezhda explained softly. "She'll
give it him! Yes, SHE will protect me!"

Yet I scarcely heard Nadezhda's words, so greatly was I feeling struck
with the quiet forcefulness, the absolute assurance, of what was being
said within the window.

"Enough, enough!" said the voice. "Only through lack of occupation have
you joined the company of the righteous."

Upon this I made a move to approach closer to the window; whereupon
Nadezhda whispered:

"Whither are you going? You must not listen."

While she was yet speaking I heard come from the window:

"Similarly your revolt against mankind has come of idleness, of lack of
an interest in life. To you the world has been wearisome, so, while
devising this revolt as a resource, you have excused it on the ground
of service of God and love of equity, while in reality constituting
yourself the devil's workman."

Here Nadezhda plucked at my sleeve, and tried to pull me away, but I
remarked:

"I MUST learn what Gubin has got to say