"That is part of what I have come to-day to tell you," replied Felix.
"If I have your permission, sir, I will tell it to both these ladies
as well as to yourself. I have no wish to sail under false colors.
I wished Vronsky to tell you when first I had the honor of being
presented to you. But at that time he thought it better not, little
dreaming that circumstances would later arise which would bring me
into such a strange position with regard to your Excellency."
The Governor looked curiously at the young man, who stood up before
them with pride and composure, though his confession would evidently
cost him an effort. "You have my permission to speak, if you think
what you have to say is necessary for me to hear," he replied, kindly.
"Then I will speak," said Felix, "and if, after you have heard, you
think it better for me to take my leave at once, and not again to
accept your hospitality, nor visit your house, as it has been my
delight and privilege to do, I shall feel that you are justified in
your decision." He hesitated a moment. There was a deep silence,
which showed how much his unexpected words had impressed his three
auditors.
"You are an Englishman, I have always understood?" asked Stepan
Stepanovitch, abruptly.
"I am," replied Felix, in some distress. "Both my parents were
English, and on my father's side I come of a good old family. As you
may know, the English county gentry hold themselves the equals of the
Continental nobility. The Vanstons trace back their pedigree to a
Flemish noble, one Van Steen, who came to the Court of England with
Queen Anne of Cleves, married an Englishwoman, and founded a family."
"Yet you seem to imply that you yourself have been in some sort
involved with this miscreant Cravatz. I ask your pardon if I have
misunderstood you."
Felix crimsoned, like a boy. Nadia, who had never till that moment
seen his face express emotion, gazed with a thrill of excitement at
the feeling which he evidently found it hard to control. He spoke
low and rapidly. "When I was quite a young man I unhappily became
imbued with revolutionary notions. There are in London plenty of
desperate characters who are ready and waiting to take advantage of
the enthusiasm of young lads such as I was. I fell into the hands of
an Anarchist Brotherhood. I was put on by them to do the more
dangerous part of their propaganda. The police interfered, I was
sent to prison for a term of two years, and have actually served my
sentence in an English jail."
He paused, his head sinking upon his chest. Nobody spoke. The face
of Nadia had turned from crimson to chalk-white.
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