His conversation with the president and the fresh air quieted

Nekhludoff a little. He now thought that the feelings experienced

by him had been exaggerated by the unusual surroundings in which

he had spent the whole of the morning, and by that wonderful and

startling coincidence. Still, it was absolutely necessary to take

some steps to lighten Maslova's fate, and to take them quickly.

"Yes, at once! It will be best to find out here in the court

where the advocate Fanarin or Mikishin lives." These were two

well-known advocates whom Nekhludoff called to mind. He returned

to the court, took off his overcoat, and went upstairs. In the

first corridor he met Fanarin himself. He stopped him, and told

him that he was just going to look him up on a matter of

business.

Fanarin knew Nekhludoff by sight and name, and said he would be

very glad to be of service to him.

"Though I am rather tired, still, if your business will not take

very long, perhaps you might tell me what it is now. Will you

step in here?" And he led Nekhludoff into a room, probably some

judge's cabinet. They sat down by the table.

"Well, and what is your business?"

"First of all, I must ask you to keep the business private. I do

not want it known that I take an interest in the affair."

"Oh, that of course. Well?"

"I was on the jury to-day, and we have condemned a woman to

Siberia, an innocent woman. This bothers me very much."

Nekhludoff, to his own surprise, blushed and became confused.

Fanarin glanced at him rapidly, and looked down again, listening.

"Well?"

"We have condemned a woman, and I should like to appeal to a

higher court."

"To the Senate, you mean," said Fanarin, correcting him.

"Yes, and I should like to ask you to take the case in hand."

Nekhludoff wanted to get the most difficult part over, and added,

"I shall take the costs of the case on myself, whatever they may

be."

"Oh, we shall settle all that," said the advocate, smiling with

condescension at Nekhludoff's inexperience in these matters.

"What is the case?"

Nekhludoff stated what had happened.

"All right. I shall look the case through to-morrow or the day

after--no--better on Thursday. If you will come to me at six

o'clock I will give you an answer. Well, and now let us go; I

have to make a few inquiries here."

Nekhludoff took leave of him and went out. This talk with the

advocate, and the fact that he had taken measures for Maslova's

defence, quieted him still further. He went out into the street.

The weather was beautiful, and he joyfully drew in a long breath

of spring air. He was at once surrounded by isvostchiks offering

their services, but he went on foot. A whole swarm of pictures

and memories of Katusha and his conduct to her began whirling in

his brain, and he felt depressed and everything appeared gloomy.

"No, I shall consider all this later on; I must now get rid of

all these disagreeable impressions," he thought to himself.




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