But at that moment an anxiety of sort disturbed him, and worried him the more because he could not formulate it.It was the fear of a woman, of Katerina Ivanovna, who had so urgently entreated him in the note handed to him by Madame Hohlakov to come and see her about something.This request and the necessity of going had at once aroused an uneasy feeling in his heart, and this feeling had grown more and more painful all the morning in spite of the scenes at the hermitage and at the Father Superior's.He was not uneasy because he did not know what she would speak of and what he must answer.And he was not afraid of her simply as a woman.Though he knew little of women, he spent his life, from early childhood till he entered the monastery, entirely with women.He was afraid of that woman, Katerina Ivanovna.
He had been afraid of her from the first time he saw her.He had only seen her two or three times, and had only chanced to say a few words to her.He thought of her as a beautiful, proud, imperious girl.
It was not her beauty which troubled him, but something else.And the vagueness of his apprehension increased the apprehension itself.
The girl's aims were of the noblest, he knew that.She was trying to save his brother Dmitri simply through generosity, though he had already behaved badly to her.Yet, although Alyosha recognised and did justice to all these fine and generous sentiments, a shiver began to run down his back as soon as he drew near her house.
He reflected that he would not find Ivan, who was so intimate a friend, with her, for Ivan was certainly now with his father.Dmitri he was even more certain not to find there, and he had a foreboding of the reason.And so his conversation would be with her alone.He had a great longing to run and see his brother Dmitri before that fateful interview.Without showing him the letter, he could talk to him about it.But Dmitri lived a long way off, and he was sure to be away from home too.Standing still for a minute, he reached a final decision.Crossing himself with a rapid and accustomed gesture, and at once smiling, he turned resolutely in the direction of his terrible lady.
He knew her house.If he went by the High Street and then across the market-place, it was a long way round.Though our town is small, it is scattered, and the houses are far apart.And meanwhile his father was expecting him, and perhaps had not yet forgotten his command.He might be unreasonable, and so he had to make haste to get there and back.So he decided to take a short cut by the backway, for he knew every inch of the ground.This meant skirting fences, climbing over hurdles, and crossing other people's back-yards, where everyone he met knew him and greeted him.In this way he could reach the High Street in half the time.
He had to pass the garden adjoining his father's, and belonging to a little tumbledown house with four windows.The owner of this house, as Alyosha knew, was a bedridden old woman, living with her daughter, who had been a genteel maid-servant in generals' families in Petersburg.Now she had been at home a year, looking after her sick mother.She always dressed up in fine clothes, though her old mother and she had sunk into such poverty that they went every day to Fyodor Pavlovitch's kitchen for soup and bread, which Marfa gave readily.Yet, though the young woman came up for soup, she had never sold any of her dresses, and one of these even had a long train- a fact which Alyosha had learned from Rakitin, who always knew everything that was going on in the town.He had forgotten it as soon as he heard it, but now, on reaching the garden, he remembered the dress with the train, raised his head, which had been bowed in thought, and came upon something quite unexpected.
Over the hurdle in the garden, Dmitri, mounted on something, was leaning forward, gesticulating violently, beckoning to him, obviously afraid to utter a word for fear of being overheard.
Alyosha ran up to the hurdle.
"It's a good thing you looked up.I was nearly shouting to you,"Mitya said in a joyful, hurried whisper."Climb in here quickly! How splendid that you've come! I was just thinking of you"Alyosha was delighted too, but he did not know how to get over the hurdle.Mitya put his powerful hand under his elbow to help him jump.Tucking up his cassock, Alyosha leapt over the hurdle with the agility of a bare-legged street urchin.
"Well done! Now come along," said Mitya in an enthusiastic whisper.
"Where?" whispered Alyosha, looking about him and finding himself in a deserted garden with no one near but themselves.The garden was small, but the house was at least fifty paces away.
"There's no one here.Why do you whisper?" asked Alyosha.
"Why do I whisper? Deuce take it" cried Dmitri at the top of his voice."You see what silly tricks nature plays one.I am here in secret, and on the watch.I'll explain later on, but, knowing it's a secret, I began whispering like a fool, when there's no need.Let us go.Over there.Till then be quiet.I want to kiss you.
Glory to God in the world, Glory to God in me...
I was just repeating that, sitting here, before you came."The garden was about three acres in extent, and planted with trees only along the fence at the four sides.There were apple-trees, maples, limes and birch-trees.The middle of the garden was an empty grass space, from which several hundredweight of hay was carried in the summer.The garden was let out for a few roubles for the summer.
There were also plantations of raspberries and currants and gooseberries laid out along the sides; a kitchen garden had been planted lately near the house.
