y. It was the recollection of
M. Cappele the tailor, and the six hundred and seventy-eight rubles he
still owed him, and he recalled the words in which he had begged him to
wait another year, and the look of perplexity and resignation which had
appeared on the tailor's face. 'Oh, my God, my God!' he repeated,
wincing and trying to drive away the intolerable thought. 'All the same
and in spite of everything she loved me,' thought he of the girl they
had talked about at the farewell supper. 'Yes, had I married her I
should not now be owing anything, and as it is I am in debt to
Vasilyev.' Then he remembered the last night he had played with
Vasilyev at the club (just after leaving her), and he recalled his
humiliating requests for another game and the other's cold refusal. 'A
year's economizing and they will all be paid, and the devil take
them!'... But despite this assurance he again began calculating his
outstanding debts, their dates, and when he could hope to pay them off.
'And I owe something to Morell as well as to Chevalier,' thought he,
recalling the night when he had run up so large a debt. It was at a
carousel at the gipsies arranged by some fellows from Petersburg:
Sashka B---, an aide-de-camp to the Tsar, Prince D---, and that pompous
old----. 'How is it those gentlemen are so self-satisfied?' thought he,
'and by what right do they form a clique to which they think others
must be highly flattered to be admitted? Can it be because they are on
the Emperor's staff? Why, it's awful what fools and scoundrels they
consider other people to be! But I showed them that I at any rate, on
the contrary, do not at all want their intimacy. All the same, I fancy
Andrew, the steward, would be amazed to know that I am on familiar
terms with a man like Sashka B---, a colonel and an aide-de-camp to the
Tsar! Yes, and no one drank more than I did that evening, and I taught
the gipsies a new song and everyone listened to it. Though I have done
many foolish things, all the same I am a very good fellow,' thought he.

Morning found him at the third post-stage. He drank tea, and himself
helped Vanyusha to move his bundles and trunks and sat down among them,
sensible, erect, and precise, knowing where all his belongings were,
how much money he had and where it was, where he had put his passport
and the post-horse requisition and toll-gate papers, and it all seemed
to him so well arranged that he grew quite cheerful and the long
journey