第14章

So one month passed and then another.Just before the New Year his brother-in-law came to town and stayed at their house.

Ivan Ilych was at the law courts and Praskovya Fedorovna had gone shopping.When Ivan Ilych came home and entered his study he found his brother-in-law there -- a healthy, florid man -- unpacking his portmanteau himself.He raised his head on hearing Ivan Ilych's footsteps and looked up at him for a moment without a word.That stare told Ivan Ilych everything.His brother-in-law opened his mouth to utter an exclamation of surprise but checked himself, and that action confirmed it all.

"I have changed, eh?"

"Yes, there is a change."

And after that, try as he would to get his brother-in-law to return to the subject of his looks, the latter would say nothing about it.Praskovya Fedorovna came home and her brother went out to her.Ivan Ilych locked to door and began to examine himself in the glass, first full face, then in profile.He took up a portrait of himself taken with his wife, and compared it with what he saw in the glass.The change in him was immense.Then he bared his arms to the elbow, looked at them, drew the sleeves down again, sat down on an ottoman, and grew blacker than night.

"No, no, this won't do!" he said to himself, and jumped up, went to the table, took up some law papers and began to read them, but could not continue.He unlocked the door and went into the reception-room.The door leading to the drawing-room was shut.He approached it on tiptoe and listened.

"No, you are exaggerating!" Praskovya Fedorovna was saying.

"Exaggerating! Don't you see it? Why, he's a dead man! Look at his eyes -- there's no life in them.But what is it that is wrong with him?""No one knows.Nikolaevich [that was another doctor] said something, but I don't know what.And Seshchetitsky [this was the celebrated specialist] said quite the contrary..."Ivan Ilych walked away, went to his own room, lay down, and began musing; "The kidney, a floating kidney." He recalled all the doctors had told him of how it detached itself and swayed about.And by an effort of imagination he tried to catch that kidney and arrest it and support it.So little was needed for this, it seemed to him."No, I'll go to see Peter Ivanovich again." [That was the friend whose friend was a doctor.] He rang, ordered the carriage, and got ready to go.

"Where are you going, Jean?" asked his wife with a specially sad and exceptionally kind look.

This exceptionally kind look irritated him.He looked morosely at her.

"I must go to see Peter Ivanovich."

He went to see Peter Ivanovich, and together they went to see his friend, the doctor.He was in, and Ivan Ilych had a long talk with him.

Reviewing the anatomical and physiological details of what in the doctor's opinion was going on inside him, he understood it all.

There was something, a small thing, in the vermiform appendix.

It might all come right.Only stimulate the energy of one organ and check the activity of another, then absorption would take place and everything would come right.He got home rather late for dinner, ate his dinner, and conversed cheerfully, but could not for a long time bring himself to go back to work in his room.At last, however, he went to his study and did what was necessary, but the consciousness that he had put something aside -- an important, intimate matter which he would revert to when his work was done --never left him.When he had finished his work he remembered that this intimate matter was the thought of his vermiform appendix.