"That's just so.You can't tell beforehand.""Besides, you fell from the garret then.""I climb up to the garret every day.I might fall from the garret again to-morrow.And, if not, I might fall down the cellar steps.I have to go into the cellar every day, too."Ivan took a long look at him.
"You are talking nonsense, I see, and I don't quite understand you," he said softly, but with a sort of menace."Do you mean to pretend to be ill to-morrow for three days, eh?"Smerdyakov, who was looking at the ground again, and playing with the toe of his right foot, set the foot down, moved the left one forward, and, grinning, articulated:
"If I were able to play such a trick, that is, pretend to have a fit- and it would not be difficult for a man accustomed to them- Ishould have a perfect right to use such a means to save myself from death.For even if Agrafena Alexandrovna comes to see his father while I am ill, his honour can't blame a sick man for not telling him.
He'd be ashamed to."
"Hang it all!" Ivan cried, his face working with anger, "Why are you always in such a funk for your life? All my brother Dmitri's threats are only hasty words and mean nothing.He won't kill you; it's not you he'll kill!""He'd kill me first of all, like a fly.But even more than that, Iam afraid I shall be taken for an accomplice of his when he does something crazy to his father.""Why should you be taken for an accomplice?""They'll think I am an accomplice, because I let him know the signals as a great secret.""What signals? Whom did you tell? Confound you, speak more plainly.""I'm bound to admit the fact," Smerdyakov drawled with pedantic composure, "that I have a secret with Fyodor Pavlovitch in this business.As you know yourself (if only you do know it) he has for several days past locked himself in as soon as night or even evening comes on.Of late you've been going upstairs to your room early every evening, and yesterday you did not come down at all, and so perhaps you don't know how carefully he has begun to lock himself in at night, and even if Grigory Vassilyevitch comes to the door he won't open to him till he hears his voice.But Grigory Vassilyevitch does not come, because I wait upon him alone in his room now.That's the arrangement he made himself ever since this to-do with Agrafena Alexandrovna began.But at night, by his orders, I go away to the lodge so that I don't get to sleep till midnight, but am on the watch, getting up and walking about the yard, waiting for Agrafena Alexandrovna to come.For the last few days he's been perfectly frantic expecting her.What he argues is, she is afraid of him, Dmitri Fyodorovitch (Mitya, as he calls him), 'and so,' says he, 'she'll come the back-way, late at night, to me.You look out for her,' says he, 'till midnight and later; and if she does come, you run up and knock at my door or at the window from the garden.Knock at first twice, rather gently, and then three times more quickly, then,' says he, 'Ishall understand at once that she has come, and will open the door to you quietly.' Another signal he gave me in case anything unexpected happens.At first, two knocks, and then, after an interval, another much louder.Then he will understand that something has happened suddenly and that I must see him, and he will open to me so that I can go and speak to him.That's all in case Agrafena Alexandrovna can't come herself, but sends a message.Besides, Dmitri Fyodorovitch might come, too, so I must let him know he is near.His honour is awfully afraid of Dmitri Fyodorovitch, so that even if Agrafena Alexandrovna had come and were locked in with him, and Dmitri Fyodorovitch were to turn up anywhere near at the time, I should be bound to let him know at once, knocking three times.So that the first signal of five knocks means Agrafena Alexandrovna has come, while the second signal of three knocks means 'something important to tell you.' His honour has shown me them several times and explained them.
And as in the whole universe no one knows of these signals but myself and his honour, so he'd open the door without the slightest hesitation and without calling out (he is awfully afraid of calling out aloud).Well, those signals are known to Dmitri Fyodorovitch too, now.""How are they known? Did you tell him? How dared you tell him?""It was through fright I did it.How could I dare to keep it back from him? Dmitri Fyodorovitch kept persisting every day, 'You are deceiving me, you are hiding something from me! I'll break both your legs for you.' So I told him those secret signals that he might see my slavish devotion, and might be satisfied that I was not deceiving him, but was telling him all I could.""If you think that he'll make use of those signals and try to get in, don't let him in.""But if I should be laid up with a fit, how can I prevent him coming in then, even if I dared prevent him, knowing how desperate he is?""Hang it! How can you be so sure you are going to have a fit, confound you? Are you laughing at me?""How could I dare laugh at you? I am in no laughing humour with this fear on me.I feel I am going to have a fit.I have a presentiment.Fright alone will bring it on.""Confound it! If you are laid up, Grigory will be on the watch.
Let Grigory know beforehand; he will be sure not to let him in.""I should never dare to tell Grigory Vassilyevitch about the signals without orders from my master.And as for Grigory Vassilyevitch hearing him and not admitting him, he has been ill ever since yesterday, and Marfa Ignatyevna intends to give him medicine to-morrow.They've just arranged it.It's a very strange remedy of hers.Marfa Ignatyevna knows of a preparation and always keeps it.It's a strong thing made from some herb.She has the secret of it, and she always gives it to Grigory Vassilyevitch three times a year when his lumbago's so bad he is almost paralysed by it.
