And stirred by a feeling akin both to pity and disgust, he went into the lodge behind the Jew, looking now at his bald head, now at his ankles. As the doctor went in, Nikita jumped up from his heap of litter and stood at attention.
" Good-day, Nikita," Andrey Yefi.mitch said mildly. " That Jew should be provided with boots or something, he will catch cold."
" Certainly, your honour. I'll inform the super- intendent.''
" Please do; ask him in my name. Tell him that I asked."
The door into the ward was open. Ivan Dmit- ritch, lying propped on his elbow on the bed, listened in alarm to the unfamiliar voice, and suddenly recog- nized the doctor. He trembled all over with anger, jumped up, and with a red and wrathful face, with his eyes starting out of his head, ran out into the middle of the road.
" The doctor has come I " he shouted, and broke into a laugh. " At last I Gentlemen, I congratu- late you. The doctor is honouring us with a visit I Cursed reptile I " he shrieked, and stamped in a frenzy such as had never been seen in the ward before. " Kill the reptile I No, killing's too good. Drown him in the midden-pit I "
Andrey Yefimitch, hearing this, looked into the ward from the entry and asked gently: " What for ? "
" What for? 11 shouted Ivan Dmitritch, going up to him with a menacing air and convulsively wrap- ping himself in his dressing-gown. 11 What for? Thief I " he said with a look of repulsion, moving his lips as though he would spit at him. " Quack I hangman 1 "
" Calm yourself," said Andrey Yefimitch, smiling guiltily. " I assure you I have never stolen any- thing; and as to the rest, most likely you greatly exaggerate. I see you are angry with me. Calm yourself, I beg, if you can, and tell me coolly what are you angry for? "
" What are you keeping me here for? "
" Because you are ill."
" Yes, I am ill. But you know dozens, hundreds of madmen are walking about in freedom because your ignorance is incapable of distinguishing them from the sane. Why am I and these poor wretches to be shut up here like scapegoats for all the rest? You, your assistant, the superintendent, and all your hospital rabble, are immeasurably inferior to every one of us morally; why then are we shut up and you not? Where's the logic of it? "
" Morality and logic don't come in, it all depends on chance. If anyone is shut up he has to stay, and if anyone is not shut up he can walk about, that's all. There is neither morality nor logic in my being a doctor and your being a mental patient, there is nothing but idle chance."
" That twaddle I don't understand . . ." Ivan
Dmitritch brought out in a hollow voice, and he sat down on his bed.
Moiseika, whom Nikita did not venture to search in the presence of the doctor, laid out on his bed pieces of bread, bits of paper, and little bones, and, still shivering with cold, began rapidly in a singsong voice saying something in Yiddish. He most likely imagined that he had opened a shop.
" Let me out,'' said Ivan Dmitritch, and his voice quivered.
" I cannot."
" But why, why ? "
" Because it is not in my power. Think, what use will it be to you if I do let you out? Go. The towns- people or the police will detain you or bring you back."
" Yes, yes, that's true," said Ivan Dmitritch, and he rubbed his forehead. " It's awful! But what am I to do, what? "
Andrey Yefimitch liked Ivan Dmitritch's voice and his intelligent young face with its grimaces. He longed to be kind to the young man and soothe him; he sat down on the bed beside him, thought, and said:
" You ask me what to do. The very best thing in your position would be to run away. But, un- happily, that is useless. You would be taken up. When society protects itself from the criminal, mentally deranged, or otherwise inconvenient people, it is invincible. There is only one thing left for you : to resign yourself to the thought that your presence here is inevitable."
" It is no use to anyone."
" So long as prisons and madhouses exist someone must be shut up in them. If not you, I. If not I, some third person. Wait till in the distant future prisons and madhouses no longer exist, and there will be neither bars on the windows nor hospital gowns. Of course, that time will come sooner or later."
Ivan Dmitritch smiled ironically. " You are jesting," he said, screwing up his eyes. " Such gentlemen as you and your assistant Nikita have nothing to do with the future, but you may be sure, sir, better days will come I I may express myself cheaply, you may laugh, but the dawn of a new life is at hand; truth and justice will triumph, and—our turn will come I I shall not live to see it, I shall perish, but some people's great-grandsons will see it. I greet them with all my heart and rejoice, rejoice with them I Onward I God be your help, friends I "
With shining eyes Ivan Dmitritch got up, and stretching his hands towards the window, went on with emotion in his voice :
" From behind these bars I bless you I Hurrah for truth and justice I I rejoice I "
" I see no particular reason to rejoice," said Andrey Yefimitch, who thought Ivan Dmitritch's movement theatrical, though he was delighted by it. " Prisons and madhouses there will not be, and truth, as you have just expressed it, will triumph; but the reality of things, you know, will not change, the laws of nature will still remain the same. People will suffer pain, grow old, and die just as they do now. However magnificent a dawn lighted up your life, you would yet in the end be nailed up m a coffin and thrown into a hole."
" And immortality ? "
" Oh, come, now! "
" You don't believe in it, but I do. Somebody in Dostoevsky or Voltaire said that if there had not been a God men would have invented him. And I firmly believe that if there is no immortality the great intellect of man will sooner or later invent it."
" Well said," observed Andrey Yefimitch, smil- ing with pleasure; " it's a good thing you have faith. With such a belief one may live happily even shut up within walls. You have studied somewhere, I presume? "
" Yes, I have been at the university, but did not complete my studies."
11 You are a reflecting and a thoughtful man. In any surroundings you can find tranquillity in your- self. Free and deep thinking which strives for the comprehension of life, and complete contempt for the foolish bustle of the world—those are two bless- ings beyond any that man has ever known. And you can possess them even though you lived behind threefold bars. Diogenes lived in a tub, yet he was happier than all the kings of the earth."
11 Your Diogenes was a blockhead," said Ivan Dmitritch morosely. " Why do you talk to me about Diogenes and some foolish comprehension of life? " he cried, growing suddenly angry and leaping up. " I love life; I love it passionately. I have the mania of persecution, a continual agonizing terror ; but I have moments when I am overwhelmed by the thirst for life, and then I am afraid of going mad. I want dreadfully to live, dreadfully! "