Crime and Punishment & Other Great Novels of Dostoevsky. Fyodor Dostoevsky

his strength.

      “Not a step, not a word! Don’t speak, don’t answer her. She’ll go away — she’ll go at once.”

      At that instant Katerina Ivanovna’s two aunts ran in at her cry, and with them a maid-servant. All hurried to her.

      “I will go away,” said Grushenka, taking up her mantle from the sofa. “Alyosha, darling, see me home!”

      “Go away — go away, make haste!” cried Alyosha, clasping his hands imploringly.

      “Dear little Alyosha, see me home! I’ve got a pretty little story to tell you on the way. I got up this scene for your benefit, Alyosha. See me home, dear, you’ll be glad of it afterwards.”

      Alyosha turned away, wringing his hands. Grushenka ran out of the house, laughing musically.

      Katerina Ivanovna went into a fit of hysterics. She sobbed, and was shaken with convulsions. Everyone fussed round her.

      “I warned you,” said the elder of her aunts. “I tried to prevent your doing this. You’re too impulsive. How could you do such a thing? You don’t know these creatures, and they say she’s worse than any of them. You are too self-willed.”

      “She’s a tigress!” yelled Katerina Ivanovna. “Why did you hold me, Alexey Fyodorovitch? I’d have beaten her — beaten her!”

      She could not control herself before Alyosha; perhaps she did not care to, indeed.

      “She ought to be flogged in public on a scaffold!”

      Alyosha withdrew towards the door.

      “But, my God!” cried Katerina Ivanovna, clasping her hands. “He! He! He could be so dishonourable, so inhuman! Why, he told that creature what happened on that fatal, accursed day! ‘You brought your beauty for sale, dear young lady.’ She knows it! Your brother’s a scoundrel, Alexey Fyodorovitch.”

      Alyosha wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find a word. His heart ached.

      “Go away, Alexey Fyodorovitch! It’s shameful, it’s awful for me! To-morrow, I beg you on my knees, come to-morrow. Don’t condemm me. Forgive me. I don’t know what I shall do with myself now!”

      Alyosha walked out into the street reeling. He could have wept as she did. Suddenly he was overtaken by the maid.

      “The young lady forgot to give you this letter from Madame Hohlakov; it’s been left with us since dinner-time.”

      Alyosha took the little pink envelope mechanically and put it, almost unconsciously, into his pocket.