"And you've let him have them, again!" cried Yulia Mihailovna getting angry.
"How tactless!"
"I'll send someone to him at once to get them."
"He won't give them up."
"I'll insist on it," cried Von Lembke, boiling over, and he jumped up from his seat.
"Who's he that we should be so afraid of him, and who am I that I shouldn't dare to do any thing?"
"Sit down and calm yourself," said Yulia Mihailovna, checking him. "I will answer your first question. He came to me with the highest recommendations. He's talented, and sometimes says extremely clever things.
Karmazinov tells me that he has connections almost everywhere, and extraordinary influence over the younger generation in Petersburg and Moscow.
And if through him I can attract them all and group them round myself, I shall be saving them from perdition by guiding them into a new outlet for their ambitions.
He's devoted to me with his whole heart and is guided by me in everything."
"But while they're being petted... the devil knows what they may not do.
Of course, it's an idea..." said Von Lembke, vaguely defending himself, "but... but here I've heard that manifestoes of some sort have been found in X district."
"But there was a rumour of that in the summer—manifestoes, false bank-notes, and all the rest of it, but they haven't found one of them so far.
Who told you?"
"I heard it from Von Blum."
"Ah, don't talk to me of your Blum. Don't ever dare mention him again!"
Yulia Mihailovna flew into a rage, and for a moment could not speak.
Von Blum was a clerk in the governor's office whom she particularly hated.
Of that later.
"Please don't worry yourself about Verhovensky," she said in conclusion. "If he had taken part in any mischief he wouldn't talk as he does to you, and every one else here.
Talkers are not dangerous, and I will even go so far as to say that if anything were to happen I should be the first to hear of it through him.
He's quite fanatically devoted to me."
I will observe, anticipating events that, had it not been for Yulia Mihailovna's obstinacy and self-conceit, probably nothing of all the mischief these wretched people succeeded in bringing about amongst us would have happened.
She was responsible for a great deal.
CHAPTER V. ON THE EVE OF THE FETE
The date of the fete which Yulia Mihailovna was getting up for the benefit of the governesses of our province had been several times fixed and put off.
She had invariably bustling round her Pyotr Stepanovitch and a little clerk, Lyamshin, who used at one time to visit Stepan Trofimovitch, and had suddenly found favour in the governor's house for the way he played the piano and now was of use running errands. Liputin was there a good deal too, and Yulia Mihailovna destined him to be the editor of a new independent provincial paper. There were also several ladies, married and single, and lastly, even Karmazinov who, though he could not be said to bustle, announced aloud with a complacent air that he would agreeably astonish every one when the literary quadrille began.
An extraordinary multitude of donors and subscribers had turned up, all the select society of the town; but even the unselect were admitted, if only they produced the cash.
Yulia Mihailovna observed that sometimes it was a positive duty to allow the mixing of classes, "for otherwise who is to enlighten them?"
A private drawing-room committee was formed, at which it was decided that the fete was to be of a democratic character.
The enormous list of subscriptions tempted them to lavish expenditure. They wanted to do something on a marvellous scale—that's why it was put off.
They were still undecided where the ball was to take place, whether in the immense house belonging to the marshal's wife, which she was willing to give up to them for the day, or at Varvara Petrovna's mansion at Skvoreshniki.
It was rather a distance to Skvoreshniki, but many of the committee were of opinion that it would be "freer" there.
Varvara Petrovna would dearly have liked it to have been in her house.
It's difficult to understand why this proud woman seemed almost making up to Yulia Mihailovna.
Probably what pleased her was that the latter in her turn seemed almost fawning upon Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch and was more gracious to him than to anyone.
I repeat again that Pyotr Stepanovitch was always, in continual whispers, strengthening in the governor's household an idea he had insinuated there already, that Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was a man who had very mysterious connections with very mysterious circles, and that he had certainly come here with some commission from them.
People here seemed in a strange state of mind at the time.
Among the ladies especially a sort of frivolity was conspicuous, and it could not be said to be a gradual growth.
Certain very free-and-easy notions seemed to be in the air.
There was a sort of dissipated gaiety and levity, and I can't say it was always quite pleasant.
A lax way of thinking was the fashion.
Afterwards when it was all over, people blamed Yulia Mihailovna, her circle, her attitude. But it can hardly have been altogether due to Yulia Mihailovna.
On the contrary; at first many people vied with one another in praising the new governor's wife for her success in bringing local society together, and for making things more lively.
Several scandalous incidents took place, for which Yulia Mihailovna was in no way responsible, but at the time people were amused and did nothing but laugh, and there was no one to check them.
A rather large group of people, it is true, held themselves aloof, and had views of their own on the course of events. But even these made no complaint at the time; they smiled, in fact.
I remember that a fairly large circle came into existence, as it were, spontaneously, the centre of which perhaps was really to be found in Yulia Mihailovna's drawing-room.
In this intimate circle which surrounded her, among the younger members of it, of course, it was considered admissible to play all sorts of pranks, sometimes rather free-and-easy ones, and, in fact, such conduct became a principle among them.
In this circle there were even some very charming ladies.
The young people arranged picnics, and even parties, and sometimes went about the town in a regular cavalcade, in carriages and on horseback.