"He is up, taking his coffee," Marfa answered somewhat drily.
Alyosha went in.The old man was sitting alone at the table wearing slippers and a little old overcoat.He was amusing himself by looking through some accounts, rather inattentively however.He was quite alone in the house, for Smerdyakov too had gone out marketing.
Though he had got up early and was trying to put a bold face on it, he looked tired and weak.His forehead, upon which huge purple bruises had come out during the night, was bandaged with a red handkerchief;his nose too was swollen terribly in the night, and some smaller bruises covered it in patches, giving his whole face a peculiarly spiteful and irritable look.The old man was aware of this, and turned a hostile glance on Alyosha as he came in.
"The coffee is cold," he cried harshly; "I won't offer you any.
I've ordered nothing but a Lenten fish soup to-day, and I don't invite anyone to share it.Why have you come?""To find out how you are," said Alyosha.
"Yes.Besides, I told you to come yesterday.It's all of no consequence.You need not have troubled.But I knew you'd come poking in directly."He said this with almost hostile feeling.At the same time he got up and looked anxiously in the looking-glass (perhaps for the fortieth time that morning) at his nose.He began, too, binding his red handkerchief more becomingly on his forehead.
"Red's better.It's just like the hospital in a white one," he observed sententiously."Well, how are things over there? How is your elder?""He is very bad; he may die to-day," answered Alyosha.But his father had not listened, and had forgotten his own question at once.
"Ivan's gone out," he said suddenly."He is doing his utmost to carry off Mitya's betrothed.That's what he is staying here for," he added maliciously, and, twisting his mouth, looked at Alyosha.
"Surely he did not tell you so?" asked Alyosha.
"Yes, he did, long ago.Would you believe it, he told me three weeks ago? You don't suppose he too came to murder me, do you? He must have had some object in coming.""What do you mean? Why do you say such things?" said Alyosha, troubled.
"He doesn't ask for money, it's true, but yet he won't get a farthing from me.I intend living as long as possible, you may as well know, my dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, and so I need every farthing, and the longer I live, the more I shall need it," he continued, pacing from one corner of the room to the other, keeping his hands in the pockets of his loose greasy overcoat made of yellow cotton material.
"I can still pass for a man at five and fifty, but I want to pass for one for another twenty years.As I get older, you know, I shan't be a pretty object.The wenches won't come to me of their own accord, so I shall want my money.So I am saving up more and more, simply for myself, my dear son Alexey Fyodorovitch.You may as well know.For I mean to go on in my sins to the end, let me tell you.
For sin is sweet; all abuse it, but all men live in it, only others do it on the sly, and I openly.And so all the other sinners fall upon me for being so simple.And your paradise, Alexey Fyodorovitch, is not to my taste, let me tell you that; and it's not the proper place for a gentleman, your paradise, even if it exists.I believe that I fall asleep and don't wake up again, and that's all.You can pray for my soul if you like.And if you don't want to, don't, damn you! That's my philosophy.Ivan talked well here yesterday, though we were all drunk.
Ivan is a conceited coxcomb, but he has no particular learning...
nor education either.He sits silent and smiles at one without speaking- that's what pulls him through."Alyosha listened to him in silence.
"Why won't he talk to me? If he does speak, he gives himself airs.
Your Ivan is a scoundrel! And I'll marry Grushenka in a minute if Iwant to.For if you've money, Alexey Fyodorovitch, you have only to want a thing and you can have it.That's what Ivan is afraid of, he is on the watch to prevent me getting married and that's why he is egging on Mitya to marry Grushenka himself.He hopes to keep me from Grushenka by that (as though I should leave him my money if I don't marry her!).Besides if Mitya marries Grushenka, Ivan will carry off his rich betrothed, that's what he's reckoning on! He is a scoundrel, your Ivan!""How cross you are! It's because of yesterday; you had better lie down," said Alyosha.
"There! you say that," the old man observed suddenly, as though it had struck him for the first time, "and I am not angry with you.But if Ivan said it, I should be angry with him.It is only with you Ihave good moments, else you know I am an ill-natured man.""You are not ill-natured, but distorted," said Alyosha with a smile.
"Listen.I meant this morning to get that ruffian Mitya locked up and I don't know now what I shall decide about it.Of course in these fashionable days fathers and mothers are looked upon as a prejudice, but even now the law does not allow you to drag your old father about by the hair, to kick him in the face in his own house, and brag of murdering him outright- all in the presence of witnesses.If I liked, I could crush him and could have him locked up at once for what he did yesterday.""Then you don't mean to take proceedings?""Ivan has dissuaded me.I shouldn't care about Ivan, but there's another thing."And bending down to Alyosha, he went on in a confidential half-whisper.
"If I send the ruffian to prison, she'll hear of it and run to see him at once.But if she hears that he has beaten me, a weak old man, within an inch of my life, she may give him up and come to me...For that's her way, everything by contraries.I know her through and through! Won't you have a drop of brandy? Take some cold coffee and I'll pour a quarter of a glass of brandy into it, it's delicious, my boy.""No, thank you.I'll take that roll with me if I may," said Alyosha, and taking a halfpenny French roll he put it in the pocket of his cassock."And you'd better not have brandy, either," he suggested apprehensively, looking into the old man's face.
