Then she remembered the letter and eagerly began to read it, having a presentiment that it was from him. In fact, it was written by him, and contained only the following words:
“This evening, at ten o’clock, in the same place as before.”
The moon was shining; the night was calm; the wind rose now and then, and a gentle rustle ran over the garden.
Like a light shadow, the beautiful young girl drew near to the appointed meeting-place. Nobody was yet visible, when suddenly, from behind the arbour, Doubrovsky appeared before her.
“I know all,” he said to her in a low, sad voice; “remember your promise.”
“You offer me your protection,” replied Masha; “do not be angry—but the idea alarms me. In what way can you help me?”
“I can deliver you from a detested man....”
“For God’s sake, do not touch him, do not venture to touch him, if you love me. I do not wish to be the cause of any horror....”
“I will not touch him: your wish is sacred for me. He owes his life to you. Never shall a crime be committed in your name. You shall not be stigmatized on account of my misdeeds. But how can I save you from a cruel father?”
“There is still hope; I hope to touch him with my tears—my despair. He is obstinate, but he loves me very dearly.”