"WELL," Paklin was the first to begin, "we have been to the eighteenth century, now let us fly to the twentieth! Golushkin is such a go-ahead man that one can hardly count him as belonging to the nineteenth.""Why, do you know him?"
"What a question! Did you know my poll-parrots?""No, but you introduced us."
"Well, then, introduce me.I don't suppose you have any secrets to talk over, and Golushkin is a hospitable man.You will see; he will be delighted to see a new face.We are not very formal here in S.""Yes," Markelov muttered, "I have certainly noticed an absence of formality about the people here."Paklin shook his head.
"I suppose that was a hit for me...I can't help it.I deserve it, no doubt.But may I suggest, my new friend, that you throw off those sad, oppressive thoughts, no doubt due to your bilious temperament...and chiefly--""And you sir, my new friend," Markelov interrupted him angrily, "allow me to tell you, by way of a warning, that I have never in my life been given to joking, least of all today! And what do you know about my temperament, I should like to know? It strikes me that it is not so very long since we first set eyes on one another.""There, there, don't get angry and don't swear.I believe you without that," Paklin exclaimed."0h you," he said, turning to Solomin, "you, whom the wise Fimishka called a cool sort of man, and there certainly is something restful about you--do you think I had the slightest intention of saying anything unpleasant to anyone or of joking out of place? I only suggested going with you to Golushkin's.Besides, I'm such a harmless person; it's not my fault that Mr.Markelov has a bilious complexion."Solomin first shrugged one shoulder, then the other.It was a habit of his when he did not quite know what to say.
"I don't think," he said at last, "that you could offend anyone, Mr.Paklin, or that you wished to--and why should you not come with us to Mr.Golushkin? We shall, no doubt, spend our time there just as pleasantly as we did at your kinsman's--and just as profitably most likely."Paklin threatened him with his finger.
"Oh! I see, you can be wicked too if you like! However, you are also coming to Golushkin's, are you not?""Of course I am.I have wasted the day as it is.""Well then, en avant, marchons! To the twentieth century! To the twentieth century! Nejdanov, you are an advanced man, lead the way!""Very well, come along; only don't keep on repeating the same jokes lest we should think you are running short.""I have still enough left for you, my dear friends," Paklin said gaily and went on ahead, not by leaping, but by limping, as he said.
"What an amusing man!" Solomin remarked as he was walking along arm-in-arm with Nejdanov; "if we should ever be sent to Siberia, which Heaven forbid, there will be someone to entertain us at any rate."Markelov walked in silence behind the others.
Meanwhile great preparations were going on at Golushkin's to produce a "chic" dinner.(Golushkin, as a man of the highest European culture, kept a French cook, who had formerly been dismissed from a club for dirtiness.) A nasty, greasy fish soup was prepared, various pates chauds and fricasses and, most important of all, several bottles of champagne had been procured and put into ice.
The host met the young people with his characteristic awkwardness, bustle, and much giggling.He was delighted to see Paklin as the latter had predicted and asked of him--"Is he one of us? Of course he is! I need not have asked," he said, without waiting for a reply.He began telling them how he had just come from that "old fogey" the governor, and how the latter worried him to death about some sort of charity institution.It was difficult to say what satisfied Golushkin most, the fact that he was received at the governor's, or that he was able to abuse that worth before these advanced, young men.
Then he introduced them to the promised proselyte, who turned out to be no other than the sleek consumptive individual with the long neck whom they had seen in the morning, Vasia, Golushkin's clerk."He hasn't much to say," Golushkin declared, "but is devoted heart and soul to our cause." To this Vasia bowed, blushed, blinked his eyes, and grinned in such a manner that it was impossible to say whether he was merely a vulgar fool or an out-and-out knave and blackguard.
"Well, gentlemen, let us go to dinner," Golushkin exclaimed.
They partook of various kinds of salt fish to give them an appetite and sat down to the table.Directly after the soup, Golushkin ordered the champagne to be brought up, which came out in frozen little lumps as he poured it into the glasses."For our...our enterprise!" Golushkin exclaimed, winking at the servant, as much as to say, "One must be careful in the presence of strangers." The proselyte Vasia continued silent, and though he sat on the very edge of his chair and conducted himself generally with a servility quite out of keeping with the convictions to which, according to his master, he was devoted body and soul, yet gulped down the wine with an amazing greediness.The others made up for his silence, however, that is, Golushkin and Paklin, especially Paklin.Nejdanov was inwardly annoyed, Markelov angry and indignant, just as indignant, though in a different way, as he had been at the Subotchevs'; Solomin was observant.
