第9章 BELA(8)

"She turned pale and remained silent.

"'Believe me,Allah is one and the same for all races;and,if he permits me to love you,why,then,should he prohibit you from requiting me by returning my love?'

"She gazed fixedly into his face,as though struck by that new idea.Distrust and a desire to be convinced were expressed in her eyes.What eyes they were!They sparkled just like two glowing coals.

"'Listen,my dear,good Bela!'continued Pechorin.'You see how I love you.I am ready to give up everything to make you cheerful once more.I want you to be happy,and,if you are going to be sad again,I shall die.Tell me,you will be more cheerful?'

"She fell into thought,her black eyes still fixed upon him.Then she smiled graciously and nodded her head in token of acquiescence.

"He took her by the hand and tried to induce her to kiss him.She defended herself feebly,and only repeated:'Please!Please!You mustn't,you mustn't!'

"He went on to insist;she began to tremble and weep.

"'I am your captive,'she said,'your slave;of course,you can compel me.'

"And then,again --tears.

"Grigori Aleksandrovich struck his forehead with his fist and sprang into the other room.Iwent in to see him,and found him walking moodily backwards and forwards with folded arms.

"'Well,old man?'I said to him.

"'She is a devil --not a woman!'he answered.

'But I give you my word of honour that she shall be mine!'

"I shook my head.

"'Will you bet with me?'he said.'In a week's time?'

"'Very well,'I answered.

"We shook hands on it and separated.

"The next day he immediately despatched an express messenger to Kizlyar to purchase some things for him.The messenger brought back a quite innumerable quantity of various Persian stuffs.

"'What think you,Maksim Maksimych?'he said to me,showing the presents.'Will our Asiatic beauty hold out against such a battery as this?'

"'You don't know the Circassian women,'Ianswered.'They are not at all the same as the Georgian or the Transcaucasian Tartar women --not at all!They have their own principles,they are brought up differently.'

"Grigori Aleksandrovich smiled and began to whistle a march to himself."CHAPTER VI

"AS things fell out,however,"continued Maksim Maksimych,"I was right,you see.The presents produced only half an effect.

She became more gracious more trustful --but that was all.Pechorin accordingly determined upon a last expedient.One morning he ordered his horse to be saddled,dressed himself as a Cir-cassian,armed himself,and went into her room.

"'Bela,'he said.'You know how I love you.I decided to carry you off,thinking that when you grew to know me you would give me your love.I was mistaken.Farewell!Re-main absolute mistress of all I possess.Return to your father if you like --you are free.I have acted wrongfully towards you,and I must punish myself.Farewell!I am going.Whither?--How should I know?Perchance I shall not have long to court the bullet or the sabre-stroke.

Then remember me and forgive.'

"He turned away,and stretched out his hand to her in farewell.She did not take his hand,but remained silent.But I,standing there behind the door,was able through a chink to observe her countenance,and I felt sorry for her --such a deathly pallor shrouded that charm-ing little face!Hearing no answer,Pechorin took a few steps towards the door.He was trembling,and --shall I tell you?--I think that he was in a state to perform in very fact what he had been saying in jest!He was just that sort of man,Heaven knows!

"He had scarcely touched the door,however,when Bela sprang to her feet,burst out sobbing,and threw herself on his neck!Would you believe it?I,standing there behind the door,fell to weeping too,that is to say,you know,not exactly weeping --but just --well,something foolish!"The staff-captain became silent.

"Yes,I confess,"he said after a while,tugging at his moustache,"I felt hurt that not one woman had ever loved me like that.""Was their happiness lasting?"I asked.

"Yes,she admitted that,from the day she had first cast eyes on Pechorin,she had often dreamed of him,and that no other man had ever pro-duced such an impression upon her.Yes,they were happy!""How tiresome!"I exclaimed,involuntarily.

In point of fact,I had been expecting a tragic ending --when,lo!he must needs disappoint my hopes in such an unexpected manner!...

"Is it possible,though,"I continued,"that her father did not guess that she was with you in the fortress?""Well,you must know,he seems to have had his suspicions.After a few days,we learned that the old man had been murdered.This is how it happened."...

My attention was aroused anew.

"I must tell you that Kazbich imagined that the horse had been stolen by Azamat with his father's consent;at any rate,that is what Isuppose.So,one day,Kazbich went and waited by the roadside,about three versts beyond the village.The old man was returning from one of his futile searches for his daughter;his re-tainers were lagging behind.It was dusk.

Deep in thought,he was riding at a walking pace when,suddenly,Kazbich darted out like a cat from behind a bush,sprang up behind him on the horse,flung him to the ground with a thrust of his dagger,seized the bridle and was off.A few of the retainers saw the whole affair from the hill;they dashed off in pursuit of Kazbich,but failed to overtake him.""He requited himself for the loss of his horse,and took his revenge at the same time,"Isaid,with a view to evoking my companion's opinion.