"Hang it, if I'm not beginning to be a man of note," thought Romashov, as he said good-bye to Katya. "Splendid girl!" But he could not prevent himself, though it might be for the last time, from thinking of himself in the third person: "And over the old warrior's rugged features stole a melancholy smile." On that same evening he and Nikoläiev were again summoned to the Court. The two enemies stood before the green table almost side by side. They did not once look at each other, but they equally felt each other's high-strung emotion, and were, in consequence, still more excited. Their eyes were fixed, as though by magnetism, on the president's face when he at last began to read the verdict of the Court. "The members of the Officers' Court of Honour of the--th Regiment" (here followed their Christian and surnames in full), "under the presidency of Lieutenant-Colonel Migunov, have inquired into the matter of the fight, in the mess, between Lieutenant Nikoläiev and Sub-lieutenant Romashov, and the Court, by reason of the serious nature of the case, finds a duel is necessary to satisfy the wounded honour of the regiment. This decree of the Court is ratified by the commander of the regiment." Lieutenant-Colonel Migunov took off his spectacles, and replaced them in their case. "It is incumbent on you, gentlemen," he went on to say in a sepulchral voice, "to choose two seconds apiece, who are to meet here at 9 p.m. to agree as to the conditions of the duel. Moreover," added Migunov, as he got up and put his spectaclecase in his back-pocket, "moreover, I must tell you that the verdict just read possesses only a conditionally binding force on you, viz. it rests in your free discretion either to submit to the decree of the Court or"--Migunov paused and made a gesture by which he meant to express his absolute indifference--"leave the regiment. You ought, gentlemen, to keep apart. However, one thing more. Not in my capacity as president of the Court, but as an old comrade, I must advise you, gentlemen, for the avoidance of further unpleasantness and complications prior to the duel, not to visit the mess. _Au revoir._" Nikoläiev made a sharp, military "Face-about," and walked with rapid steps out of the room. Romashov followed slowly after. He had no fear, but he felt at once utterly lonely, abandoned, and shut off from the entire world. When he reached the steps he gazed for some time, calm and astonished, at the sky, the trees, a cow grazing on the other side of the fence, the sparrows burrowing in the high road, and thought, "So everything lives, struggles, and worries about its existence, except myself. I require nothing and I have no interests. I am doomed; I am alone, and dead already to this world." With a feeling of sickness and disgust he went to find Biek-Agamalov and Viätkin, whom he had chosen for his seconds. Both granted his request; Biek-Agamalov with a gloomy, solemn countenance, Viätkin with many hearty handshakes.