"ThatIcertainlywill, withoutfail," criedFyodorPavlovitch, hugelydelightedattheinvitation."And, believeme, we'veallgivenourwordtobehaveproperlyhere....Andyou, PyotrAlexandrovitch, willyougo, too?"
"Yes, ? Theonlyobstacletomeisyourcompany...."
"Yes, DmitriFyodorovitchisnon-existentasyet."
"Itwouldbeacapitalthingifhedidn', andinyourcompany, too? ," hesaidtothemonk.
"No, itismydutynowtoconductyoutotheelder," answeredthemonk.
"IfsoI'llgostraighttotheFatherSuperior—totheFatherSuperior," babbledMaximov.
"—" themonkhesitated.
"Impertinentoldman!" Miüsovobservedaloud, whileMaximovranbacktothemonastery.
"He'slikevonSohn," FyodorPavlovitchsaidsuddenly.
"Isthatallyoucanthinkof?...InwhatwayishelikevonSohn? HaveyoueverseenvonSohn?"
"I''snotthefeatures, '."
"Ah, , lookhere, FyodorPavlovitch, , ifyoubegintoplaythefoolIdon'tintendtobeassociatedwithyouhere....Youseewhatamanheis"—heturnedtothemonk—"I'mafraidtogoamongdecentpeoplewithhim." Afinesmile, notwithoutacertainslyness, cameontothepale, bloodlesslipsofthemonk, buthemadenoreply, andwasevidentlysilentfromasenseofhisowndignity.Miüsovfrownedmorethanever.
"Oh, deviltakethemall! Anoutershowelaboratedthroughcenturies, andnothingbutcharlatanismandnonsenseunderneath," flashedthroughMiüsov'smind.
"Here''vearrived," criedFyodorPavlovitch."Thegatesareshut."
Andherepeatedlymadethesignofthecrosstothesaintspaintedaboveandonthesidesofthegates.
", '," heremarkedsuddenlytothemonk.
