I
turned to the right along the village street; our house was the last
but one in the village and beyond it came waste land overgrown here
and there with bushes; beyond the waste land, a quarter of a mile from
the village, there was a birch copse through which flowed the same
little stream that lower down encircled our village. The moon stood, a
pale blur in the sky--but its light was not, as on the evening before,
strong enough to penetrate the smoky density of the fog and hung, a
broad opaque canopy, overhead. I made my way out on to the open ground
and listened.... Not a sound from any direction, except the calling of
the marsh birds. "Tyeglev!" I cried. "Ilya Stepanitch!! Tyeglev!!" My voice died away near me without an answer; it seemed as though the
fog would not let it go further. "Tyeglev!" I repeated. No one answered. I went forward at random. Twice I struck against a fence, once I
nearly fell into a ditch, and almost stumbled against a peasant's
horse lying on the ground. "Tyeglev! Tyeglev!" I cried. All at once, almost behind me, I heard a low voice, "Well, here I am. What do you want of me?" I turned round quickly. Before me stood Tyeglev with his hands hanging at his sides and with
no cap on his head. His face was pale; but his eyes looked animated
and bigger than usual. His breathing came in deep, prolonged gasps
through his parted lips. "Thank God!" I cried in an outburst of joy, and I gripped him by both
hands. "Thank God! I was beginning to despair of finding you. Aren't
you ashamed of frightening me like this? Upon my word, Ilya
Stepanitch!" "What do you want of me?" repeated Tyeglev. "I want ... I want you, in the first place, to come back home with me. And secondly, I want, I insist, I insist as a friend, that you explain
to me at once the meaning of your actions--and of this letter to the
colonel. Can something unexpected have happened to you in Petersburg?" "I found in Petersburg exactly what I expected," answered Tyeglev,
without moving from the spot. "That is ... you mean to say ... your friend ... this Masha...."

"She has taken her life," Tyeglev answered hurriedly and as it were
angrily. "She was buried the day before yesterday. She did not even
leave a note for me. She poisoned herself." Tyeglev hurriedly uttered these terrible words and still stood
motionless as a stone. I clasped my hands. "Is it possible? How dreadful! Your presentiment
has come true.... That is awful!" I stopped in confusion. Slowly and with a sort of triumph Tyeglev
folded his arms. "But why are we standing here?" I began. "Let us go home." "Let us," said Tyeglev. "But how can we find the way in this fog?" "There is a light in our windows, and we will make for it. Come
along." "You go ahead," answered Tyeglev. "I will follow you." We set off. We
walked for five minutes and our beacon light still did not appear; at
last it gleamed before us in two red points. Tyeglev stepped evenly
behind me. I was desperately anxious to get home as quickly as
possible and to learn from him all the details of his unhappy
expedition to Petersburg. Before we reached the hut, impressed by what
he had said, I confessed to him in an access of remorse and a sort of
superstitious fear, that the mysterious knocking of the previous
evening had been my doing ... and what a tragic turn my jest had
taken! Tyeglev confined himself to observing that I had nothing to do with
it--that something else had guided my hand--and this only showed how
little I knew him. His voice, strangely calm and even, sounded close
to my ear. "But you do not know me," he added. "I saw you smile
yesterday when I spoke of the strength of my will. You will come to
know me--and you will remember my words." The first hut of the village sprang out of the fog before us like some
dark monster ... then the second, our hut, emerged--and my setter dog
began barking, probably scenting me. I knocked at the window. "Semyon!" I shouted to Tyeglev's servant,
"hey, Semyon! Make haste and open the gate for us." The gate creaked and opened; Semyon crossed the threshold. "Ilya Stepanitch, come in," I said, and I looked round. But no Ilya
Stepanitch was with me. Tyeglev had vanished as though he had sunk
into the earth. I went into the hut feeling dazed. XIV

Vexation with Tyeglev and with myself succeeded the amazement with
which I was overcome at first. "Your master is mad!" I blurted out to Semyon, "raving mad! He
galloped off to Petersburg, then came back and is running about all
over the place! I did get hold of him and brought him right up to the
gate--and here he has given me the slip again! To go out of doors on a
night like this! He has chosen a nice time for a walk!" "And why did I let go of his hand?" I reproached myself. Semyon looked
at me in silence, as though intending to say something--but after the
fashion of servants in those days he simply shifted from one foot to
the other and said nothing. "What time did he set off for town?" I asked sternly. "At six o'clock in the morning." "And how was he--did he seem anxious, depressed?" Semyon looked down. "Our master is a deep one," he began. "Who can make him out? He told
me to get out his new uniform when he was going out to town--and then
he curled himself." "Curled himself?" "Curled his hair. I got the curling tongs ready for him." That, I confess, I had not expected. "Do you know a young lady," I
asked Semyon, "a friend of Ilya Stepanitch's. Her name is Masha." "To be sure I know Marya Anempodistovna! A nice young lady." "Is your master in love with this Marya ... et cetera?" Semyon heaved a sigh. "That young lady is Ilya Stepanitch's undoing. For he is desperately in love with her--and can't bring himself to
marry her--and sorry to give her up, too. It's all his honour's
faintheartedness. He is very fond of her." "What is she like then, pretty?" I inquired. Semyon assumed a grave air. "She is the sort that the gentry like." "And you?" "She is not the right sort for us at all." "How so?" "Very thin in the body." "If she died," I began, "do you think Ilya Stepanitch would not
survive her?" Semyon heaved a sigh again. "I can't venture to say that--there's no
knowing with gentlemen ... but our master is a deep one." I took up from the table the big, rather thick letter that Tyeglev had
given me and turned it over in my hands.... The address to "his honour
the Commanding Officer of the Battery, Colonel So and So" (the name,
patronymic, and surname) was clearly and distinctly written. The word
_urgent_, twice underlined, was written in the top left-hand
corner of the envelope. "Listen, Semyon," I began. "I feel uneasy about your master. I fancy
he has some mischief in his mind. We must find him." "Yes, sir," answered Semyon. "It is true there is such a fog that one cannot see a couple of yards
ahead; but all the same we must do our best. We will each take a
lantern and light a candle in each window--in case of need." "Yes, sir," repeated Semyon.