Some of her guests suspected that she must be ill; but concluded at last that she was expecting something, for she continued to look at her watch impatiently and unceasingly; she was most absent and strange.
You seem to be a little feverish tonight, said the actress.
Yes; I feel quite ill. I have been obliged to put on this shawl I feel so cold, replied Nastasia. She certainly had grown very pale, and every now and then she tried to suppress a trembling in her limbs.
Had we not better allow our hostess to retire? asked Totski of the general.
Not at all, gentlemen, not at all! Your presence is absolutely necessary to me tonight, said Nastasia, significantly.
As most of those present were aware that this evening a certain very important decision was to be taken, these words of Nastasia Philipovnas appeared to be fraught with much hidden interest. The general and Totski exchanged looks; Gania fidgeted convulsively in his chair.
Lets play at some game! suggested the actress.
I know a new and most delightful game, added Ferdishenko. What is it? asked the actress.
Well, when we tried it we were a party of people, like this, for instance; and somebody proposed that each of us, without leaving his place at the table, should relate something about himself. It had to be something that he really and honestly considered the very worst action he had ever committed in his life. But he was to be honest that was the chief point! He wasnt to be allowed to lie.
What an extraordinary idea! said the general.
Thats the beauty of it, general!
Its a funny notion, said Totski, and yet quite natural its only a new way of boasting.
Perhaps that is just what was so fascinating about it.
Why, it would be a game to cry over not to laugh at! said the actress.
Did it succeed? asked Nastasia Philipovna. Come, lets try it, lets try it; we really are not quite so jolly as we might be lets try it! We may like it; its original, at all events!
Yes, said Ferdishenko; its a good idea come along the men begin. Of course no one need tell a story if he prefers to be disobliging. We must draw lots! Throw your slips of paper, gentlemen, into this hat, and the prince shall draw for turns. Its a very simple game; all you have to do is to tell the story of the worst action of your life. Its as simple as anything. Ill prompt anyone who forgets the rules!
No one liked the idea much. Some smiled, some frowned some objected, but faintly, not wishing to oppose Nastasias wishes; for this new idea seemed to be rather well received by her. She was still in an excited, hysterical state, laughing convulsively at nothing and everything. Her eyes were blazing, and her cheeks showed two bright red spots against the white. The melancholy appearance of some of her guests seemed to add to her sarcastic humour, and perhaps the very cynicism and cruelty of the game proposed by Ferdishenko pleased her. At all events she was attracted by the idea, and gradually her guests came round to her side; the thing was original, at least, and might turn out to be amusing. And supposing its something that one one cant speak about before ladies? asked the timid and silent young man.
Why, then of course, you wont say anything about it. As if there are not plenty of sins to your score without the need of those! said Ferdishenko.
But I really dont know which of my actions is the worst, said the lively actress.
Ladies are exempted if they like.
And how are you to know that one isnt lying? And if one lies the whole point of the game is lost, said Gania.
Oh, but think how delightful to hear how ones friends lie! Besides you neednt be afraid, Gania; everybody knows what your worst action is without the need of any lying on your part. Only think, gentlemen, and Ferdishenko here grew quite enthusiastic, only think with what eyes we shall observe one another tomorrow, after our tales have been told!
But surely this is a joke, Nastasia Philipovna? asked Totski. You dont really mean us to play this game.
Whoever is afraid of wolves had better not go into the wood, said Nastasia, smiling.
But, pardon me, Mr. Ferdishenko, is it possible to make a game out of this kind of thing? persisted Totski, growing more and more uneasy. I assure you it cant be a success.
And why not? Why, the last time I simply told straight off about how I stole three roubles.
Perhaps so; but it is hardly possible that you told it so that it seemed like truth, or so that you were believed. And, as Gavrila Ardalionovitch has said, the least suggestion of a falsehood takes all point out of the game. It seems to me that sincerity, on the other hand, is only possible if combined with a kind of bad taste that would be utterly out of place here.
How subtle you are, Afanasy Ivanovitch! You astonish me, cried Ferdishenko. You will remark, gentleman, that in saying that I could not recount the story of my theft so as to be believed, Afanasy Ivanovitch has very ingeniously implied that I am not capable of thieving (it would have been bad taste to say so openly); and all the time he is probably firmly convinced, in his own mind, that I am very well capable of it! But now, gentlemen, to business! Put in your slips, ladies and gentlemen is yours in, Mr. Totski? So then we are all ready; now prince, draw, please. The prince silently put his hand into the hat, and drew the names. Ferdishenko was first, then Ptitsin, then the general, Totski next, his own fifth, then Gania, and so on; the ladies did not draw.