"Very well, but how shall I know when to come?"
"I'll send for you," whispered Julia. "You wait, and as soon as he goes to his club I'll send for you."
In the evening Peredonov received a note from Goudayevskaya. It ran:
"MOST ESTEEMED ARDALYON BORISITCH,
"My husband has gone to his club, and now I am free from his savagery until one o'clock. Do me the kindness to come as soon as you can and help me with my misbehaving son. I realise that he must be rid of his faults while he's still young, for afterwards it may be too late.
"With genuine respect,
"JULIA GOUDAYEVSKAYA.
"P.S.—Please come as soon as possible, otherwise Antosha will go to sleep and I shall have to wake him."
Peredonov quickly put on his overcoat, wrapped a scarf round his neck and prepared to go.
"Where are you going so late, Ardalyon Borisitch?" asked Varvara.