clenched　fist；　〃here　are　your　wages；　you　see　I　give　them　to　you；
  but　for　that　you　must　come　to　my　rescue：　bring　me　tea　and　a　dozen
  rusks　from　the　restaurant。　　If　you　won't　go；　you'll　make　me　a
  miserable　man！　　You　don't　know　what　this　woman　is。。。。This
  iseverything！　　You　may　be　imagining　something。。。。But　you　don't
  know　what　that　woman　is！　　。。。〃
  Apollon；　who　had　already　sat　down　to　his　work　and　put　on　his
  spectacles　again；　at　first　glanced　askance　at　the　money　without
  speaking　or　putting　down　his　needle；　then；　without　paying　the
  slightest　attention　to　me　or　making　any　answer；　he　went　on
  busying　himself　with　his　needle；　which　he　had　not　yet　threaded。
  I　waited　before　him　for　three　minutes　with　my　arms　crossed　a　la
  Napoleon。　　My　temples　were　moist　with　sweat。　　I　was　pale；　I　felt
  it。　　But；　thank　God；　he　must　have　been　moved　to　pity；　looking　at
  me。　　Having　threaded　his　needle　he　deliberately　got　up　from　his
  seat；　deliberately　moved　back　his　chair；　deliberately　took　off
  his　spectacles；　deliberately　counted　the　money；　and　finally
  asking　me　over　his　shoulder：　〃Shall　I　get　a　whole　portion？〃
  deliberately　walked　out　of　the　room。　　As　I　was　going　back　to
  Liza；　the　thought　occurred　to　me　on　the　way：　shouldn't　I　run　away
  just　as　I　was　in　my　dressing…gown；　no　matter　where；　and　then　let
  happen　what　would？
  I　sat　down　again。　　She　looked　at　me　uneasily。　　For　some　minutes
  we　were　silent。
  〃I　will　kill　him；〃　I　shouted　suddenly；　striking　the　table　with　my
  fist　so　that　the　ink　spurted　out　of　the　inkstand。
  〃What　are　you　saying！〃　she　cried；　starting。
  〃I　will　kill　him！　　kill　him！〃　I　shrieked；　suddenly　striking　the
  table　in　absolute　frenzy；　and　at　the　same　time　fully
  understanding　how　stupid　it　was　to　be　in　such　a　frenzy。　　〃You
  don't　know；　Liza；　what　that　torturer　is　to　me。　He　is　my
  torturer。。。。He　has　gone　now　to　fetch　some　rusks；　he　。。。〃
  And　suddenly　I　burst　into　tears。　　It　was　an　hysterical　attack。
  How　ashamed　I　felt　in　the　midst　of　my　sobs；　but　still　I　could　not
  restrain　them。
  She　was　frightened。
  〃What　is　the　matter？　　What　is　wrong？〃　she　cried；　fussing　about
  me。
  〃Water；　give　me　water；　over　there！〃　I　muttered　in　a　faint　voice；
  though　I　was　inwardly　conscious　that　I　could　have　got　on　very
  well　without　water　and　without　muttering　in　a　faint　voice。　　But　I
  was；　what　is　called；　_putting　it　on_；　to　save　appearances；　though
  the　attack　was　a　genuine　one。
  She　gave　me　water；　looking　at　me　in　bewilderment。　　At　that　moment
  Apollon　brought　in　the　tea。　　It　suddenly　seemed　to　me　that　this
  commonplace；　prosaic　tea　was　horribly　undignified　and　paltry
  after　all　that　had　happened；　and　I　blushed　crimson。　　Liza　looked
  at　Apollon　with　positive　alarm。　　He　went　out　without　a　glance　at
  either　of　us。
  〃Liza；　do　you　despise　me？〃　I　asked；　looking　at　her　fixedly；
  trembling　with　impatience　to　know　what　she　was　thinking。
  She　was　confused；　and　did　not　know　what　to　answer。
  〃Drink　your　tea；〃　I　said　to　her　angrily。　　I　was　angry　with
  myself；　but；　of　course；　it　was　she　who　would　have　to　pay　for　it。
  A　horrible　spite　against　her　suddenly　surged　up　in　my　heart；　I
  believe　I　could　have　killed　her。　　To　revenge　myself　on　her　I
  swore　inwardly　not　to　say　a　word　to　her　all　the　time。　　〃She　is
  the　cause　of　it　all；〃　I　thought。
  Our　silence　lasted　for　five　minutes。　　The　tea　stood　on　the　table；
  we　did　not　touch　it。　　I　had　got　to　the　point　of　purposely
  refraining　from　beginning　in　order　to　embarrass　her　further；　it
  was　awkward　for　her　to　begin　alone。　　Several　times　she　glanced　at
  me　with　mournful　perplexity。　　I　was　obstinately　silent。　　I　was；
  of　course；　myself　the　chief　sufferer；　because　I　was　fully
  conscious　of　the　disgusting　meanness　of　my　spiteful　stupidity；
  and　yet　at　the　same　time　I　could　not　restrain　myself。
  〃I　want　to。。。get　away。。。from　there　altogether；〃　she　began；　to
  break　the　silence　in　some　way；　but；　poor　girl；　that　was　just　what
  she　ought　not　to　have　spoken　about　at　such　a　stupid　moment　to　a
  man　so　stupid　as　I　was。　　My　heart　positively　ached　with　pity　for
  her　tactless　and　unnecessary　straightforwardness。　　But　something
  hideous　at　once　stifled　all　compassion　in　me；　it　even　provoked　me
  to　greater　venom。　　I　did　not　care　what　happened。　　Another　five
  minutes　passed。
  〃Perhaps　I　am　in　your　way；〃　she　began　timidly；　hardly　audibly；
  and　was　getting　up。
  But　as　soon　as　I　saw　this　first　impulse　of　wounded　dignity　I
  positively　trembled　with　spite；　and　at　once　burst　out。
  〃Why　have　you　come　to　me；　tell　me　that；　please？〃　I　began；　gasping
  for　breath　and　regardless　of　logical　connection　in　my　words。　　I
  longed　to　have　it　all　out　at　once；　at　one　burst；　I　did　not　even
  trouble　how　to　begin。　　〃Why　have　you　come？　　Answer；　answer；〃　I
  cried；　hardly　knowing　what　I　was　doing。　　〃I'll　tell　you；　my　good
  girl；　why　you　have　come。　　You've　come　because　I　talked
  sentimental　stuff　to　you　then。　　So　now　you　are　soft　as　butter　and
  longing　for　fine　sentiments　again。　　So　you　may　as　well　know　that
  I　was　laughing　at　you　then。　　And　I　am　laughing　at　you　now。　　Why
  are　you　shuddering？　　Yes；　I　was　laughing　at　you！　　I　had　been
  insulted　just　before；　at　dinner；　by　the　fellows　who　came　that
  evening　before　me。　　I　came　to　you；　meaning　to　thrash　one　of　them；
  an　officer；　but　I　didn't　succeed；　I　didn't　find　him；　I　had　to
  avenge　the　insult　on　someone　to　get　back　my　own　again；　you　turned
  up；　I　vented　my　spleen　on　you　and　laughed　at　you。　　I　had　been
  humiliated；　so　I　wanted　to　humiliate；　I　had　been　treated　like　a
  rag；　so　I　wanted　to　show　my　power。。。。　hat's　what　it　was；　and　you
  imagined　I　had　come　there　on　purpose　to　save　you。　　Yes？　　You
  imagined　that？　　You　imagined　that？〃
  I　knew　that　she　would　perhaps　be　muddled　and　not　take　it　all　in
  exactly；　but　I　knew；　too；　that　she　would　grasp　the　gist　of　it；
  very　well　indeed。　　And　so；　indeed；　she　did。　　She　turned　white　as
  a　handkerchief；　tried　to　say　something；　and　her　lips　worked
  painfully；　but　she　sank　on　a　chair　as　though　she　had　been　felled
  by　an　axe。　　And　all　the　time　afterwards　she　listened　to　me　with
  her　lips　parted　and　her　eyes　wide　open；　shuddering　with　awful
  terror。　　The　cynicism；　the　cynicism　of　my　words　overwhelmed
  her。。。。
  〃Save　you！〃　I　went　on；　jumping　up　from　my　chair　and　running　up
  and　down　the　room　before　her。　　〃Save　you　from　what？　　But　perhaps
  I　am　worse　than　you　myself。　　Why　didn't　you　throw　it　in　my　teeth
  when　I　was　giving　you　that　sermon：　'But　what　did　you　come　here
  yourself　for？　　was　it　to　read　us　a　sermon？'　Power；　power　was　what
  I　wanted　then；　sport　was　what　I　wanted；　I　wanted　to　wring　out
  your　tears；　your　humiliation；　your　hysteriathat　was　what　I
  wanted　then！　　Of　course；　I　couldn't　keep　it　up　then；　because　I　am
  a　wretched　creature；　I　was　frightened；　and；　the　devil　knows　why；
  gave　you　my　address　in　my　folly。　　Afterwards；　before　I　got　home；
  I　was　cursing　and　swearing　at　you　because　of　that　address；　I
  hated　you　already　because　of　the　lies　I　had　told　you。　　Because　I
  only　like　playing　with　words；　only　dreaming；　but；　do　you　know；
  what　I　really　want　is　that　you　should　all　go　to　hell。　　That　is
  what　I　want。　　I　want　peace；　yes；　I'd　sell　the　whole　world　for　a
  farthing；　straight　off；　so　long　as　I　was　left　in　peace。　　Is　the
  world　to　go　to　pot；　or　am　I　to　go　without　my　tea？　　I　say　that　the
  world　may　go　to　pot　for　me　so　long　as　I　always　get　my　tea。　　Did
  you　know　that；　or　not？　　Well；　anyway；　I　know　that　I　am　a
  blackguard；　a　scoundrel；　an　egoist；　a　sluggard。　　Here　I　have　been
  shuddering　for　the　last　three　days　at　the　thought　of　your　coming。
  And　do　you　know　what　has　worried　me　particularly　for　these　three
  days？　　That　I　posed　as　such　a　hero　to　you；　and　now　you　would　see
  me　in　a　wretched　torn　dressing…gown；　beggarly；　loathsome。　　I　told
  you　just　now　that　I　was　not　ashamed　of　my　poverty；　so　you　may　as
  well　know　that　I　am　ashamed　of　it；　I　am　more　ashamed　of　it　than
  of　anything；　more　afraid　of　it　than　of　being　found　out　if　I　were
  a　thief；　because　I　am　as　vain　as　though　I　had　been　skinned　and
  the　very　air　blowing　on　me　hurt。　　Surely　by　now　you　must　realise
  that　I　shall　never　forgive　you　for　having　found　me　in　this
  wretched　dressing…gown；　just　as　I　was　flying　at　Apollon　like　a
  spiteful　cur。　　The　saviour；　the　former　hero；　was　flying　like　a
  mangy；　unkempt　sheep…dog　at　his　lackey；　and　the　lackey　was
  jeering　at　him！　　And　I　shall　never　forgive　you　for　the　tears　I
  could　not　help　shedding　before　you　just　now；　like　some　silly
  woman　put　to　shame！　　And　for　what　I　am　confessing　to　you　now；　I
  shall　never　forgive　you　either！　　Yesyou　must　answer　for　it　all
  because　you　turned　up　like　this；　because　I　am　a　blackguard；
  because　I　am　the　nastiest；　stupidest；　absurdest　and　most　envious
  of　all　the　worms　on　earth；　who　are　not　a　bit　better　than　I　am；
  but；　the　devil　knows　why；　are　never　put　to　confusion；　while　I
  shall　always　be　insulted　by　every　louse；　that　is　my　doom！　　And
  what　is　it　to　me　that　you　don't　understand　a　word　of　this！　　And
  wh