For　such　people　marriages　exist；　but　to　us　they　are　only
  hypocrisy　and　violence。　　We　feel　it；　and；　to　clear　ourselves；　we
  preach　free　love；　but；　really；　to　preach　free　love　is　only　a　call
  backward　to　the　promiscuity　of　the　sexes　（excuse　me；　he　said　to
  the　lady）；　the　haphazard　sin　of　certain　raskolniks。　　The　old
  foundation　is　shattered；　we　must　build　a　new　one；　but　we　must　not
  preach　debauchery。〃
  He　grew　so　warm　that　all　became　silent；　looking　at　him　in
  astonishment。
  〃And　yet　the　transition　state　is　terrible。　　People　feel　that
  haphazard　sin　is　inadmissible。　　It　is　necessary　in　some　way　or
  other　to　regulate　the　sexual　relations；　but　there　exists　no　other
  foundation　than　the　old　one；　in　which　nobody　longer　believes？
  People　marry　in　the　old　fashion；　without　believing　in　what　they
  do；　and　the　result　is　falsehood；　violence。　　When　it　is　falsehood
  alone；　it　is　easily　endured。　　The　husband　and　wife　simply　deceive
  the　world　by　professing　to　live　monogamically。　　If　they　really
  are　polygamous　and　polyandrous；　it　is　bad；　but　acceptable。　　But
  when；　as　often　happens；　the　husband　and　the　wife　have　taken　upon
  themselves　the　obligation　to　live　together　all　their　lives　（they
  themselves　do　not　know　why）；　and　from　the　second　month　have
  already　a　desire　to　separate；　but　continue　to　live　together　just
  the　same；　then　comes　that　infernal　existence　in　which　they　resort
  to　drink；　in　which　they　fire　revolvers；　in　which　they　assassinate
  each　other；　in　which　they　poison　each　other。〃
  All　were　silent；　but　we　felt　ill　at　ease。
  〃Yes；　these　critical　episodes　happen　in　marital　life。　　For
  instance；　there　is　the　Posdnicheff　affair；〃　said　the　lawyer；
  wishing　to　stop　the　conversation　on　this　embarrassing　and　too
  exciting　ground。　　〃Have　you　read　how　he　killed　his　wife　through
  jealousy？〃
  The　lady　said　that　she　had　not　read　it。　　The　nervous　gentleman
  said　nothing；　and　changed　color。
  〃I　see　that　you　have　divined　who　I　am；〃　said　he；　suddenly；　after
  a　pause。
  〃No；　I　have　not　had　that　pleasure。〃
  〃It　is　no　great　pleasure。　　I　am　Posdnicheff。〃
  New　silence。　　He　blushed；　then　turned　pale　again。
  〃What　matters　it；　however？〃　said　he。　　〃Excuse　me；　I　do　not　wish
  to　embarrass　you。〃
  And　he　resumed　his　old　seat。
  CHAPTER　III。
  I　resumed　mine；　also。　　The　lawyer　and　the　lady　whispered
  together。　　I　was　sitting　beside　Posdnicheff；　and　I　maintained
  silence。　　I　desired　to　talk　to　him；　but　I　did　not　know　how　to
  begin；　and　thus　an　hour　passed　until　we　reached　the　next　station。
  There　the　lawyer　and　the　lady　went　out；　as　well　as　the　clerk。　　We
  were　left　alone；　Posdnicheff　and　I。
  〃They　say　it；　and　they　lie；　or　they　do　not　understand；〃　said
  Posdnicheff。
  〃Of　what　are　you　talking？〃
  〃Why；　still　the　same　thing。〃
  He　leaned　his　elbows　upon　his　knees；　and　pressed　his　hands
  against　his　temples。
  〃Love；　marriage；　family；all　lies；　lies；　lies。〃
  He　rose；　lowered　the　lamp…shade；　lay　down　with　his　elbows　on　the
  cushion；　and　closed　his　eyes。　　He　remained　thus　for　a　minute。
  〃Is　it　disagreeable　to　you　to　remain　with　me；　now　that　you　know
  who　I　am？〃
  〃Oh；　no。〃
  〃You　have　no　desire　to　sleep？〃
  〃Not　at　all。〃
  〃Then　do　you　want　me　to　tell　you　the　story　of　my　life？〃
  Just　then　the　conductor　passed。　　He　followed　him　with　an
  ill…natured　look；　and　did　not　begin　until　he　had　gone　again。
  Then　during　all　the　rest　of　the　story　he　did　not　stop　once。　　Even
  the　new　travellers　as　they　entered　did　not　stop　him。
  His　face；　while　he　was　talking；　changed　several　times　so
  completely　that　it　bore　positively　no　resemblance　to　itself　as　it
  had　appeared　just　before。　　His　eyes；　his　mouth；　his　moustache；
  and　even　his　beard；　all　were　new。　　Each　time　it　was　a　beautiful
  and　touching　physiognomy；　and　these　transformations　were　produced
  suddenly　in　the　penumbra；　and　for　five　minutes　it　was　the　same
  face；　that　could　not　be　compared　to　that　of　five　minutes　before。
  And　then；　I　know　not　how；　it　changed　again；　and　became
  unrecognizable。
  CHAPTER　IV。
  〃Well；　I　am　going　then　to　tell　you　my　life；　and　my　whole
  frightful　history；yes；　frightful。　　And　the　story　itself　is　more
  frightful　than　the　outcome。〃
  He　became　silent　for　a　moment；　passed　his　hands　over　his　eyes；
  and　began：
  〃To　be　understood　clearly；　the　whole　must　be　told　from　the
  beginning。　　It　must　be　told　how　and　why　I　married；　and　what　I　was
  before　my　marriage。　　First；　I　will　tell　you　who　I　am。　　The　son　of
  a　rich　gentleman　of　the　steppes；　an　old　marshal　of　the　nobility；
  I　was　a　University　pupil；　a　graduate　of　the　law　school。　　I
  married　in　my　thirtieth　year。　　But　before　talking　to　you　of　my
  marriage；　I　must　tell　you　how　I　lived　formerly；　and　what　ideas　I
  had　of　conjugal　life。　　I　led　the　life　of　so　many　other　so…called
  respectable　people；that　is；　in　debauchery。　　And　like　the
  majority；　while　leading　the　life　of　a　debauche；　I　was　convinced
  that　I　was　a　man　of　irreproachable　morality。
  〃The　idea　that　I　had　of　my　morality　arose　from　the　fact　that　in
  my　family　there　was　no　knowledge　of　those　special　debaucheries；
  so　common　in　the　surroundings　of　land…owners；　and　also　from　the
  fact　that　my　father　and　my　mother　did　not　deceive　each　other。　　In
  consequence　of　this；　I　had　built　from　childhood　a　dream　of　high
  and　poetical　conjugal　life。　　My　wife　was　to　be　perfection　itself；
  our　mutual　love　was　to　be　incomparable；　the　purity　of　our
  conjugal　life　stainless。　　I　thought　thus；　and　all　the　time　I
  marvelled　at　the　nobility　of　my　projects。
  〃At　the　same　time；　I　passed　ten　years　of　my　adult　life　without
  hurrying　toward　marriage；　and　I　led　what　I　called　the
  well…regulated　and　reasonable　life　of　a　bachelor。　　I　was　proud　of
  it　before　my　friends；　and　before　all　men　of　my　age　who　abandoned
  themselves　to　all　sorts　of　special　refinements。　　I　was　not　a
  seducer；　I　had　no　unnatural　tastes；　I　did　not　make　debauchery　the
  principal　object　of　my　life；　but　I　found　pleasure　within　the
  limits　of　society's　rules；　and　innocently　believed　myself　a
  profoundly　moral　being。　　The　women　with　whom　I　had　relations　did
  not　belong　to　me　alone；　and　I　asked　of　them　nothing　but　the
  pleasure　of　the　moment。
  〃In　all　this　I　saw　nothing　abnormal。　　On　the　contrary；　from　the
  fact　that　I　did　not　engage　my　heart；　but　paid　in　cash；　I　supposed
  that　I　was　honest。　　I　avoided　those　women　who；　by　attaching
  themselves　to　me；　or　presenting　me　with　a　child；　could　bind　my
  future。　　Moreover；　perhaps　there　may　have　been　children　or
  attachments；　but　I　so　arranged　matters　that　I　could　not　become
  aware　of　them。
  〃And　living　thus；　I　considered　myself　a　perfectly　honest　man。　　I
  did　not　understand　that　debauchery　does　not　consist　simply　in
  physical　acts；　that　no　matter　what　physical　ignominy　does　not　yet
  constitute　debauchery；　and　that　real　debauchery　consists　in
  freedom　from　the　moral　bonds　toward　a　woman　with　whom　one　enters
  into　carnal　relations；　and　I　regarded　THIS　FREEDOM　as　a　merit。　　I
  remember　that　I　once　tortured　myself　exceedingly　for　having
  forgotten　to　pay　a　woman　who　probably　had　given　herself　to　me
  through　love。　　I　only　became　tranquil　again　when；　having　sent　her
  the　money；　I　had　thus　shown　her　that　I　did　not　consider　myself　as
  in　any　way　bound　to　her。　　Oh；　do　not　shake　your　head　as　if　you
  were　in　agreement　with　me　（he　cried　suddenly　with　vehemence）。　　I
  know　these　tricks。　　All　of　you；　and　you　especially；　if　you　are
  not　a　rare　exception；　have　the　same　ideas　that　I　had　then。　　If
  you　are　in　agreement　with　me；　it　is　now　only。　　Formerly　you　did
  not　think　so。　　No　more　did　I；　and；　if　I　had　been　told　what　I　have
  just　told　you；　that　which　has　happened　would　not　have　happened。
  However；　it　is　all　the　same。　　Excuse　me　（he　continued）：　the　truth
  is　that　it　is　frightful；　frightful；　frightful；　this　abyss　of
  errors　and　debaucheries　in　which　we　live　face　to　face　with　the
  real　question　of　the　rights　of　woman。〃　。　。　。
  〃What　do　you　mean　by　the　'real'　question　of　the　rights　of
  woman？〃
  〃The　question　of　the　nature　of　this　special　being；　organized
  otherwise　than　man；　and　how　this　being　and　man　ought　to　view　the
  wife。　。　。　。
  CHAPTER　V。
  〃Yes：　for　ten　years　I　lived　the　most　revolting　existence；　while
  dreaming　of　the　noblest　love；　and　even　in　the　name　of　that　love。
  Yes；　I　want　to　tell　you　how　I　killed　my　wife；　and　for　that　I　must
  tell　you　how　I　debauched　myself。　　I　killed　her　before　I　knew　her。
  I　killed　THE　wife　when　I　first　tasted　sensual　joys　without　love；
  and　then　it　was　that　I　killed　MY　wife。　　Yes；　sir：　it　is　only
  after　having　suffered；　after　having　tortured　myself；　that　I　have
  come　to　understand　the　root　of　things；　that　I　have　come　to
  understand　my　crimes。　　Thus　you　will　see　where　and　how　began　the
  drama　that　has　led　me　to　misfortune。
  〃It　is　necessary　to　go　back　to　my　sixteenth　year；　when　I　was
  still　at　school；　and　my　elder　brother　a　first…year　student。　　I
  had　not　ye