Fedya wails and sobs more loudly than ever. Zhilin turns with dignity
to the door and departs to his bedroom.

When he wakes from his after-dinner nap he begins to feel the stings
of conscience. He is ashamed to face his wife, his son, Anfissa
Ivanovna, and even feels very wretched when he recalls the scene
at dinner, but his amour-propre is too much for him; he has not the
manliness to be frank, and he goes on sulking and grumbling.

Waking up next morning, he feels in excellent spirits, and whistles
gaily as he washes. Going into the dining-room to breakfast, he
finds there Fedya, who, at the sight of his father, gets up and
looks at him helplessly.

"Well, young man?" Zhilin greets him good-humouredly, sitting down
to the table. "What have you got to tell me, young man? Are you all
right? Well, come, chubby; give your father a kiss."

With a pale, grave face Fedya goes up to his father and touches his
cheek with his quivering lips, then walks away and sits down in his
place without a word.


THE BLACK MONK

I

ANDREY VASSILITCH KOVRIN, who held a master's degree at the University,
had exhausted himself, and had upset his nerves. He did not send