"My wife shares my way of thinking," he continued."her views are, if anything, more like yours than mine, which is not surprising, considering that she is younger than I am.When Iread your name in the paper the day after our meeting--and by the way, you announced your name and address contrary to the usual custom--I was rather struck by the coincidence, having already heard it at the theatre.It seemed to me like the finger of fate.
Excuse my being so superstitious.As for recommendations, I do not think they are necessary in this case.I, like you, am accustomed to trusting my intuition.May I hope that you will come?""Yes, I will come," Nejdanov replied, "and will try to be worthy of your confidence.But there is one thing I should like to mention.I could undertake to teach your boy, but am not prepared to look after him.I do not wish to undertake anything that would interfere with my *******."Sipiagin gave a slight wave of the hand, as if driving away a fly.
"You may be easy on that point.You are not made that way.I only wanted a tutor, and I have found one.Well, now, how about terms?
Financial terms, that is.Base metal!"
Nejdanov did not know what to say.
"I think," Sipiagin went on, bending forward and touching Nejdanov with the tips of his fingers, "that decent people can settle such things in two words.I will give you a hundred roubles a month and all travelling expenses.Will you come?
Nejdanov blushed.
"That is more than I wanted to ask...because I--""Well," Sipiagin interrupted him, "I look upon the matter as settled, and consider you as a member of our household." He rose from his chair, and became quite gay and expansive, as if he had just received a present.A certain amiable familiarity, verging on the playful, began to show itself in all his gestures." We shall set out in a day or two," he went on, in an easy tone.
"There is nothing I love better than meeting spring in the country, although I am a busy, prosaic sort of person, tied to town...I want you to count your first month as beginning from today.My wife and boy have already started, and are probably in Moscow by now.We shall find them in the lap of nature.We will go alone, like two bachelors, ha, ha!" Sipiagin laughed coquettishly, through his nose."And now--"He took a black and silver pocketbook out of his overcoat pocket and pulled out a card.
"This is my address.Come and see me tomorrow at about twelve o'clock.We can talk things over further.I should like to tell you a few of my views on education.We can also decide when to start."Sipiagin took Nejdanov's hand."By the way," he said, lowering his voice and bending his head a little to one side, "if you are in need of money, please do not stand on ceremony.I can let you have a month's pay in advance."Nejdanov was at a loss to know what to say.He gazed, with the same puzzled expression, at the kind, bright face, which was so strange yet so close to him, smiling encouragingly.
"You are not in need of any?" Sipiagin asked in a whisper.
"I will tell you tomorrow, if I may," Nejdanov said at last.
"Well, goodbye, then.Till tomorrow." Sipiagin dropped Nejdanov's hand and turned to go out.
"I should like to know," Nejdanov asked suddenly, "who told you my name? You said you heard it at the theatre.""Someone who is very well known to you.A relative of yours, Ithink.Prince G."
"The aide-de-camp?"
"Yes."
Nejdanov flushed even redder than before, but did not say anything.Sipiagin shook his hand again, without a word this time, then bowing first to him and then to Paklin, put on his hat at the door, and went out with a self-satisfied smile on his lips, denoting the deep impression the visit must have produced upon him.
