“It’s quite unfair to speak to me in that tone, Doctor,” said Aboguin, again taking the doctor by the sleeve. “The thirteenth volume be damned! I have no right to do violence to your will. If you want to, come; if you don’t, then God be with you; but it’s not to your will that I apply, but to your feelings. A young woman is dying! You say your son died just now. Who could understand my terror better than you?” Aboguin’s voice trembled with agitation. His tremor and his tone were much more convincing than his words. Aboguin was sincere, but it is remarkable that every phrase he used came out stilted, soulless, inopportunely florid, and as it were insulted the atmosphere of the doctor’s house and the woman who was dying. He felt it himself, and in his fear of being misunderstood he exerted himself to the utmost to make his voice soft and tender so as to convince by the sincerity of his tone at least, if not by his words. As a rule, however deep and beautiful the words they affect only the unconcerned. They cannot always satisfy those who are happy or distressed because the highest expression of happiness or distress is most often silence. Lovers understand each other best when they are silent, and a fervent passionate speech at the graveside affects only outsiders. To the widow and children it seems cold and trivial. Kirilov stood still and was silent. When Aboguin uttered some more words on the higher vocation of a doctor, and self-sacrifice, the doctor sternly asked: “Is it far?” “Thirteen or fourteen versts. I’ve got good horses, doctor. I give you my word of honour that I’ll take you there and back in an hour. Only an hour.” The last words impressed the doctor more strongly than the references to humanity or the doctor’s vocation. He thought for a while and said with a sigh. “Well, let us go!” He went off quickly, with a step that was now sure, to his study and soon after returned in a long coat. Aboguin, delighted, danced impatiently round him, helped him on with his overcoat, and accompanied him out of the house. Outside it was dark, but brighter than in the hall. Now in the darkness the tall stooping figure of the doctor was clearly visible with the long, narrow beard and the aquiline nose. Besides his pale face Aboguin’s big face could now be seen and a little student’s cap which hardly covered the crown of his head. The scarf showed white only in front, but behind it was hid under his long hair. “Believe me, I’m able to appreciate your magnanimity,” murmured Aboguin, as he helped the doctor to a seat in the carriage. “We’ll whirl away. Luke, dear man, drive as fast as you can, do!”