About two o'clock when everything was quiet, and even Fyodor Pavlovitch had gone to bed, Ivan had got into bed, firmly resolved to fall asleep at once, as he felt fearfully exhausted.And he did fall asleep at once, and slept soundly without dreams, but waked early, at seven o'clock, when it was broad daylight.Opening his eyes, he was surprised to feel himself extraordinarily vigorous.He jumped up at once and dressed quickly; then dragged out his trunk and began packing immediately.His linen had come back from the laundress the previous morning.Ivan positively smiled at the thought that everything was helping his sudden departure.And his departure certainly was sudden.Though Ivan had said the day before (to Katerina Ivanovna, Alyosha, and Smerdyakov) that he was leaving next day, yet he remembered that he had no thought of departure when he went to bed, or, at least, had not dreamed that his first act in the morning would be to pack his trunk.At last his trunk and bag were ready.It was about nine o'clock when Marfa Ignatyevna came in with her usual inquiry, "Where will your honour take your tea, in your own room or downstairs?" He looked almost cheerful, but there was about him, about his words and gestures, something hurried and scattered.Greeting his father affably, and even inquiring specially after his health, though he did not wait to hear his answer to the end, he announced that he was starting off in an hour to return to Moscow for good, and begged him to send for the horses.His father heard this announcement with no sign of surprise, and forgot in an unmannerly way to show regret at losing him.Instead of doing so, he flew into a great flutter at the recollection of some important business of his own.
"What a fellow you are! Not to tell me yesterday! Never mind;we'll manage it all the same.Do me a great service, my dear boy.Go to Tchermashnya on the way.It's only to turn to the left from the station at Volovya, only another twelve versts and you come to Tchermashnya.""I'm sorry, I can't.It's eighty versts to the railway and the train starts for Moscow at seven o'clock to-night.I can only just catch it.""You'll catch it to-morrow or the day after, but to-day turn off to Tchermashnya.It won't put you out much to humour your father! If Ihadn't had something to keep me here, I would have run over myself long ago, for I've some business there in a hurry.But here I...
it's not the time for me to go now....You see, I've two pieces of copse land there.The Maslovs, an old merchant and his son, will give eight thousand for the timber.But last year I just missed a purchaser who would have given twelve.There's no getting anyone about here to buy it.The Maslovs have it all their own way.One has to take what they'll give, for no one here dare bid against them.The priest at Ilyinskoe wrote to me last Thursday that a merchant called Gorstkin, a man I know, had turned up.What makes him valuable is that he is not from these parts, so he is not afraid of the Maslovs.He says he will give me eleven thousand for the copse.Do you hear? But he'll only be here, the priest writes, for a week altogether, so you must go at once and make a bargain with him.""Well, you write to the priest; he'll make the bargain.""He can't do it.He has no eye for business.He is a perfect treasure, I'd give him twenty thousand to take care of for me without a receipt; but he has no eye for business, he is a perfect child, a crow could deceive him.And yet he is a learned man, would you believe it? This Gorstkin looks like a peasant, he wears a blue kaftan, but he is a regular rogue.That's the common complaint.He is a liar.Sometimes he tells such lies that you wonder why he is doing it.He told me the year before last that his wife was dead and that he had married another, and would you believe it, there was not a word of truth in it? His wife has never died at all, she is alive to this day and gives him a beating twice a week.So what you have to find out is whether he is lying or speaking the truth when he says he wants to buy it and would give eleven thousand.""I shall be no use in such a business.I have no eye either.""Stay, wait a bit! You will be of use, for I will tell you the signs by which you can judge about Gorstkin.I've done business with him a long time.You see, you must watch his beard; he has a nasty, thin, red beard.If his beard shakes when he talks and he gets cross, it's all right, he is saying what he means, he wants to do business.But if he strokes his beard with his left hand and grins- he is trying to cheat you.Don't watch his eyes, you won't find out anything from his eyes, he is a deep one, a rogue but watch his beard!
I'll give you a note and you show it to him.He's called Gorstkin, though his real name is Lyagavy;* but don't call him so, he will be offended.If you come to an understanding with him, and see it's all right, write here at once.You need only write: 'He's not lying.'
Stand out for eleven thousand; one thousand you can knock off, but not more.just think! there's a difference between eight thousand and eleven thousand.It's as good as picking up three thousand; it's not so easy to find a purchaser, and I'm in desperate need of money.
Only let me know it's serious, and I'll run over and fix it up.I'll snatch the time somehow.But what's the good of my galloping over, if it's all a notion of the priest's? Come, will you go?"* i.e.setter dog.
