Now, then, who had taken the pains to accuse me to my father? The
General, Andrew Karlovitch? He did not trouble himself much about
me; moreover, Ivan Mironoff had not thought it worth while to report
my duel to him. My suspicions fell on Alexis. He only would find
some advantage in this information, the consequence of which might
be my dismissal from the fortress and separation from the Commandant's
family. I went to tell every thing to Marie. She met me on the
doorstep.

"What has happened to you? how pale you are!"

"All's over," I replied, handing her my father's letter.

It was her turn to blanch. Having read the letter she returned it,
and said in a trembling voice: "It was not my destiny. Your parents
do not wish me in their family; may the will of God be done! He knows
better than we what is best for us. There is nothing to be done in
the matter, Peter; you, at least, may be happy."

"It shall not be so," I exclaimed, taking her hand. "You love me, I
am ready for any fate. Let us go and throw ourselves at your parents'
feet. They are simple people; they are neither haughty nor cruel; they
will give us their benediction; we will marry; and in time, I am sure,
we will soften my father. My mother will intercede for us, and he will
pardon me."

"No, Peter, I will not marry you without the benediction of your
parents. You would not be happy without their blessing. Let us submit
to the will of God. If you meet another bride, if you love her, may