Hetoldthecoachmantowait, whilewithrapidstepshereturnedtothemonasteryandstraighttotheFatherSuperior', butheknewthathecouldnotcontrolhimself, andthatatouchmightdrivehimtotheutmostlimitsofobscenity, butonlytoobscenity, tonothingcriminal, , hecouldalwaysrestrainhimself, andhadmarveledindeedathimself, onthatscore, 'sdining-room, atthemomentwhentheprayerwasover, , hescannedthecompany, andlaughinghisprolonged, impudent, maliciouschuckle, lookedthemallboldlyintheface."TheythoughtIhadgone, andhereIamagain," hecriedtothewholeroom.
Foronemomenteveryonestaredathimwithoutaword; andatonceeveryonefeltthatsomethingrevolting, grotesque, positivelyscandalous, wasabouttohappen.Miüsovpassedimmediatelyfromthemostbenevolentframeofmindtothemostsavage.Allthefeelingsthathadsubsidedanddieddowninhisheartrevivedinstantly.
"No! thisIcannotendure!" hecried."Iabsolutelycannot! and...Icertainlycannot!"
; buthewasbeyondthinkingofstyle, andheseizedhishat.
"Whatisithecannot?" criedFyodorPavlovitch, "thatheabsolutelycannotandcertainlycannot? Yourreverence, amItocomeinornot? Willyoureceivemeasyourguest?"
"Youarewelcomewithallmyheart," answeredtheSuperior."Gentlemen!" headded, "Iventuretobegyoumostearnestlytolayasideyourdissensions, andtobeunitedinloveandfamilyharmony—withprayertotheLordatourhumbletable."
"No, no, itisimpossible!" criedMiüsov, besidehimself.
