'This is inhuman.
I may die....'
'Yes, I will go to her, but like the Saint who laid one hand on the adulteress and thrust his other into the brazier.
But there is no brazier here.'
He looked round.
The lamp!
He put his finger over the flame and frowned, preparing himself to suffer. And for a rather long time, as it seemed to him, there was no sensation, but suddenly—he had not yet decided whether it was painful enough—he writhed all over, jerked his hand away, and waved it in the air.
'No, I can't stand that!'
'For God's sake come to me!
I am dying!
Oh!' 'Well—shall I perish?
No, not so!'
'I will come to you directly,' he said, and having opened his door, he went without looking at her through the cell into the porch where he used to chop wood. There he felt for the block and for an axe which leant against the wall.
'Immediately!' he said, and taking up the axe with his right hand he laid the forefinger of his left hand on the block, swung the axe, and struck with it below the second joint.
The finger flew off more lightly than a stick of similar thickness, and bounding up, turned over on the edge of the block and then fell to the floor.
He heard it fall before he felt any pain, but before he had time to be surprised he felt a burning pain and the warmth of flowing blood.
He hastily wrapped the stump in the skirt of his cassock, and pressing it to his hip went back into the room, and standing in front of the woman, lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice:
'What do you want?'
She looked at his pale face and his quivering left cheek, and suddenly felt ashamed.
She jumped up, seized her fur cloak, and throwing it round her shoulders, wrapped herself up in it.
'I was in pain... I have caught cold... I... Father Sergius... I...'
He let his eyes, shining with a quiet light of joy, rest upon her, and said:
'Dear sister, why did you wish to ruin your immortal soul?
Temptations must come into the world, but woe to him by whom temptation comes. Pray that God may forgive us!'
She listened and looked at him.
Suddenly she heard the sound of something dripping.
She looked down and saw that blood was flowing from his hand and down his cassock.
'What have you done to your hand?'
She remembered the sound she had heard, and seizing the little lamp ran out into the porch. There on the floor she saw the bloody finger.
She returned with her face paler than his and was about to speak to him, but he silently passed into the back cell and fastened the door.
'Forgive me!' she said.
'How can I atone for my sin?'
'Go away.'
'Let me tie up your hand.'
'Go away from here.'
She dressed hurriedly and silently, and when ready sat waiting in her furs.
The sledge-bells were heard outside.
'Father Sergius, forgive me!'
'Go away.
God will forgive.'
'Father Sergius!
I will change my life.
Do not forsake me!'
'Go away.'
'Forgive me—and give me your blessing!'
'In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost!'—she heard his voice from behind the partition.
'Go!'
She burst into sobs and left the cell.
The lawyer came forward to meet her.
'Well, I see I have lost the bet. It can't be helped.