PART II
8. CHAPTER VIII.
(continued)
He meant to calm his hearers, and did not perceive that his words
had only increased their irritation.
"What do you mean? What are you convinced of?" they demanded
angrily.
"In the first place, I have had the opportunity of getting a
correct idea of Mr. Burdovsky. I see what he is for myself. He is
an innocent man, deceived by everyone! A defenceless victim, who
deserves indulgence! Secondly, Gavrila Ardalionovitch, in whose
hands I had placed the matter, had his first interview with me
barely an hour ago. I had not heard from him for some time, as I
was away, and have been ill for three days since my return to St.
Petersburg. He tells me that he has exposed the designs of
Tchebaroff and has proof that justifies my opinion of him. I
know, gentlemen, that many people think me an idiot. Counting
upon my reputation as a man whose purse-strings are easily
loosened, Tchebaroff thought it would be a simple matter to
fleece me, especially by trading on my gratitude to Pavlicheff.
But the main point is--listen, gentlemen, let me finish!--the main
point is that Mr. Burdovsky is not Pavlicheff's son at all.
Gavrila Ardalionovitch has just told me of his discovery, and
assures me that he has positive proofs. Well, what do you think
of that? It is scarcely credible, even after all the tricks that
have been played upon me. Please note that we have positive
proofs! I can hardly believe it myself, I assure you; I do not
yet believe it; I am still doubtful, because Gavrila
Ardalionovitch has not had time to go into details; but there can
be no further doubt that Tchebaroff is a rogue! He has deceived
poor Mr. Burdovsky, and all of you, gentlemen, who have come
forward so nobly to support your friend--(he evidently needs
support, I quite see that!). He has abused your credulity and
involved you all in an attempted fraud, for when all is said and
done this claim is nothing else!"
"What! a fraud? What, he is not Pavlicheff's son? Impossible!"
These exclamations but feebly expressed the profound bewilderment
into which the prince's words had plunged Burdovsky's companions.
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