“You take Seryozha to hurt me,” she said, looking at him from under her
brows. “You do not love him…. Leave me Seryozha!”
“Yes, I have lost even my affection for my son, because he is associated
with the repulsion I feel for you. But still I shall take him. Good-bye!”
And he was going away, but now she detained him.
“Alexey Alexandrovitch, leave me Seryozha!” she whispered once more.
“I have nothing else to say. Leave Seryozha till my … I shall soon be
confined; leave him!”
Alexey Alexandrovitch flew into a rage, and, snatching his hand from
her, he went out of the room without a word.
Chapter 5
The waiting-room of the celebrated Petersburg lawyer was full when
Alexey Alexandrovitch entered it. Three ladies—an old lady, a young lady,
and a merchant’s wife—and three gentlemen—one a German banker with a
ring on his finger, the second a merchant with a beard, and the third a
wrathful-looking government clerk in official uniform, with a cross on his
neck—had obviously been waiting a long while already. Two clerks were
writing at tables with scratching pens. The appurtenances of the writing-
tables, about which Alexey Alexandrovitch was himself very fastidious,
were exceptionally good. He could not help observing this. One of the
clerks, without getting up, turned wrathfully to Alexey Alexandrovitch, half
closing his eyes. “What are you wanting?”
He replied that he had to see the lawyer on some business.
“He is engaged,” the clerk responded severely, and he pointed with his
pen at the persons waiting, and went on writing.
“Can’t he spare time to see me?” said Alexey Alexandrovitch.
“He has no time free; he is always busy. Kindly wait your turn.”
“Then I must trouble you to give him my card,” Alexey Alexandrovitch
said with dignity, seeing the impossibility of preserving his incognito.
The clerk took the card and, obviously not approving of what he read on
it, went to the door.
Alexey Alexandrovitch was in principle in favor of the publicity of legal
proceedings, though for some higher official considerations he disliked the
application of the principle in Russia, and disapproved of it, as far as he
could disapprove of anything instituted by authority of the Emperor. His
whole life had been spent in administrative work, and consequently, when
he did not approve of anything, his disapproval was softened by the
recognition of the inevitability of mistakes and the possibility of reform in
every department. In the new public law courts he disliked the restrictions
laid on the lawyers conducting cases. But till then he had had nothing to do
with the law courts, and so had disapproved of their publicity simply in
theory; now his disapprobation was strengthened by the unpleasant
impression made on him in the lawyer’s waiting room.
“Coming immediately,” said the clerk; and two minutes later there did
actually appear in the doorway the large figure of an old solicitor who had
been consulting with the lawyer himself.
The lawyer was a little, squat, bald man, with a dark, reddish beard, light-
colored long eyebrows, and an overhanging brow. He was attired as though
for a wedding, from his cravat to his double watch-chain and varnished
boots. His face was clever and manly, but his dress was dandified and in
bad taste.
“Pray walk in,” said the lawyer, addressing Alexey Alexandrovitch; and,
gloomily ushering Karenin in before him, he closed the door.
“Won’t you sit down?” He indicated an armchair at a writing-table
covered with papers. He sat down himself, and, rubbing his little hands with
short fingers covered with white hairs, he bent his head on one side. But as
soon as he was settled in this position a moth flew over the table. The
lawyer, with a swiftness that could never have been expected of him,
opened his hands, caught the moth, and resumed his former attitude.
“Before beginning to speak of my business,” said Alexey Alexandrovitch,
following the lawyer’s movements with wondering eyes, “I ought to
observe that the business about which I have to speak to you is to be strictly
private.”
The lawyer’s overhanging reddish mustaches were parted in a scarcely
perceptible smile.
“I should not be a lawyer if I could not keep the secrets confided to me.
But if you would like proof….”
Alexey Alexandrovitch glanced at his face, and saw that the shrewd, gray
eyes were laughing, and seemed to know all about it already.
“You know my name?” Alexey Alexandrovitch resumed.
“I know you and the good”—again he caught a moth—“work you are
doing, like every Russian,” said the lawyer, bowing.
Alexey Alexandrovitch sighed, plucking up his courage. But having once
made up his mind he went on in his shrill voice, without timidity—or
hesitation, accentuating here and there a word.
“I have the misfortune,” Alexey Alexandrovitch began, “to have been
deceived in my married life, and I desire to break off all relations with my
wife by legal means—that is, to be divorced, but to do this so that my son
may not remain with his mother.”
The lawyer’s gray eyes tried not to laugh, but they were dancing with
irrepressible glee, and Alexey Alexandrovitch saw that it was not simply the
delight of a man who has just got a profitable job: there was triumph and
joy, there was a gleam like the malignant gleam he saw in his wife’s eyes.
“You desire my assistance in securing a divorce?”
“Yes, precisely so; but I ought to warn you that I may be wasting your
time and attention. I have come simply to consult you as a preliminary step.
I want a divorce, but the form in which it is possible is of great consequence
to me. It is very possible that if that form does not correspond with my
requirements I may give up a legal divorce.”
“Oh, that’s always the case,” said the lawyer, “and that’s always for you
to decide.”
He let his eyes rest on Alexey Alexandrovitch’s feet, feeling that he might
offend his client by the sight of his irrepressible amusement. He looked at a
moth that flew before his nose, and moved his hands, but did not catch it
from regard for Alexey Alexandrovitch’s position.
“Though in their general features our laws on this subject are known to
me,” pursued Alexey Alexandrovitch, “I should be glad to have an idea of
the forms in which such things are done in practice.”
“You would be glad,” the lawyer, without lifting his eyes, responded,
adopting, with a certain satisfaction, the tone of his client’s remarks, “for
me to lay before you all the methods by which you could secure what you
desire?”
And on receiving an assuring nod from Alexey Alexandrovitch, he went
on, stealing a glance now and then at Alexey Alexandrovitch’s face, which
was growing red in patches.
“Divorce by our laws,” he said, with a slight shade of disapprobation of
our laws, “is possible, as you are aware, in the following cases…. Wait a
little!” he called to a clerk who put his head in at the door, but he got up all
the same, said a few words to him, and sat down again. “… In the following
cases: physical defect in the married parties, desertion without
communication for five years,” he said, crooking a short finger covered
with hair, “adultery” (this word he pronounced with obvious satisfaction),
“subdivided as follows” (he continued to crook his fat fingers, though the
three cases and their subdivisions could obviously not be classified
together): “physical defect of the husband or of the wife, adultery of the
husband or of the wife.” As by now all his fingers were used up, he
uncrooked all his fingers and went on: “This is the theoretical view; but I
imagine you have done me the honor to apply to me in order to learn its
application in practice. And therefore, guided by precedents, I must inform
you that in practice cases of divorce may all be reduced to the following—
there’s no physical defect, I may assume, nor desertion?…”
Alexey Alexandrovitch bowed his head in assent.
“—May be reduced to the following: adultery of one of the married
parties, and the detection in the fact of the guilty party by mutual
agreement, and failing such agreement, accidental detection. It must be
admitted that the latter case is rarely met with in practice,” said the lawyer,
and stealing a glance at Alexey Alexandrovitch he paused, as a man selling
pistols, after enlarging on the advantages of each weapon, might await his
customer’s choice. But Alexey Alexandrovitch said nothing, and therefore
the lawyer went on: “The most usual and simple, the sensible course, I
consider, is adultery by mutual consent. I should not permit myself to
express it so, speaking with a man of no education,” he said, “but I imagine
that to you this is comprehensible.”
Alexey Alexandrovitch was, however, so perturbed that he did not
immediately comprehend all the good sense of adultery by mutual consent,
and his eyes expressed this uncertainty; but the lawyer promptly came to his
assistance.
“People cannot go on living together—here you have a fact. And if both
are agreed about it, the details and formalities become a matter of no
importance. And at the same time this is the simplest and most certain
method.”
Alexey Alexandrovitch fully understood now. But he had religious
scruples, which hindered the execution of such a plan.
“That is out of the question in the present case,” he said. “Only one
alternative is possible: undesigned detection, supported by letters which I
have.”
At the mention of letters the lawyer pursed up his lips, and gave utterance
to a thin little compassionate and contemptuous sound.
“Kindly consider,” he began, “cases of that kind are, as you are aware,
under ecclesiastical jurisdiction; the reverend fathers are fond of going into
the minutest details in cases of that kind,” he said with a smile, which
betrayed his sympathy with the reverend fathers’ taste. “Letters may, of
course, be a partial confirmation; but detection in the fact there must be of
the most direct kind, that is, by eyewitnesses. In fact, if you do me the
honor to intrust your confidence to me, you will do well to leave me the
choice of the measures to be employed. If one wants the result, one must
admit the means.”
“If it is so….” Alexey Alexandrovitch began, suddenly turning white; but
at that moment the lawyer rose and again went to the door to speak to the
intruding clerk.
“Tell her we don’t haggle over fees!” he said, and returned to Alexey
Alexandrovitch.
On his way back he caught unobserved another moth. “Nice state my rep
curtains will be in by the summer!” he thought, frowning.
“And so you were saying?…” he said.
“I will communicate my decision to you by letter,” said Alexey
Alexandrovitch, getting up, and he clutched at the table. After standing a
moment in silence, he said: “From your words I may consequently conclude
that a divorce may be obtained? I would ask you to let me know what are
your terms.”
“It may be obtained if you give me complete liberty of action,” said the
lawyer, not answering his question. “When can I reckon on receiving
