Palashka,
take away the swords to the garret. Petr' Andrejitch, I did not expect
this of you; aren't you ashamed of yourself? As to Alexey Ivanytch, it's
different; he was transferred from the Guard for sending a soul into the
other world. He does not believe in our Lord! But do you wish to do
likewise?"
Ivan Kouzmitch approved of all his wife said, repeating--
"Look there, now, Vassilissa Igorofna is quite right--duels are
formally forbidden by martial law."
Palashka had taken away our swords, and had carried them to the garret.
I could not help laughing. Chvabrine looked grave.
"In spite of all the respect I have for you," he said, coolly, to the
Commandant's wife, "I cannot help remarking that you are giving yourself
useless trouble by trying us at your tribunal. Leave this cure do Ivan
Kouzmitch--it is his business."
"What! what! my little father!" retorted the Commandant's wife, "are not
husband and wife the same flesh and spirit? Ivan Kouzmitch, are you
trifling? Lock them up separately, and keep them on broad and water till
this ridiculous idea goes out of their heads. And Father Garasim shall
make them do penance that they may ask pardon of heaven and of men."
Ivan Kouzmitch did not know what to do.
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