PART 3
Chapter 13
 (continued)
"I cannot be made unhappy by the fact that a contemptible woman
 has committed a crime.  I have only to find the best way out of
 the difficult position in which she has placed me.  And I shall
 find it," he said to himself, frowning more and more.  "I'm not
 the first nor the last."  And to say nothing of historical
 instances dating from the "Fair Helen" of Menelaus, recently
 revived in the memory of all, a whole list of contemporary
 examples of husbands with unfaithful wives in the highest society
 rose before Alexey Alexandrovitch's imagination.  "Daryalov,
 Poltavsky, Prince Karibanov, Count Paskudin, Dram....  Yes, even
 Dram, such an honest, capable fellow...Semyonov, Tchagin,
 Sigonin," Alexey Alexandrovitch remembered.  "Admitting that a
 certain quite irrational ridicule falls to the lot of these men,
 yet I never saw anything but a misfortune in it, and always felt
 sympathy for it," Alexey Alexandrovitch said to himself, though
 indeed this was not the fact, and he had never felt sympathy for
 misfortunes of that kind, but the more frequently he had heard of
 instances of unfaithful wives betraying their husbands, the more
 highly he had thought of himself.  "It is a misfortune which may
 befall anyone.  And this misfortune has befallen me.  The only
 thing to be done is to make the best of the position." 
And he began passing in review the methods of proceeding of men
 who had been in the same position that he was in. 
"Daryalov fought a duel...." 
The duel had particularly fascinated the thoughts of Alexey
 Alexandrovitch in his youth, just because he was physically a
 coward, and was himself well aware of the fact.  Alexey
 Alexandrovitch could not without horror contemplate the idea of a
 pistol aimed at himself, and never made use of any weapon in his
 life.  This horror had in his youth set him pondering on dueling,
 and picturing himself in a position in which he would have to
 expose his life to danger.  Having attained success and an
 established position in the world, he had long ago forgotten this
 feeling; but the habitual bent of feeling reasserted itself, and
 dread of his own cowardice proved even now so strong that Alexey
 Alexandrovitch spent a long while thinking over the question of
 dueling in all its aspects, and hugging the idea of a duel,
 though he was fully aware beforehand that he would never under
 any circumstances fight one. 
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