This: that whether I succeed or not in getting the sentence changed I want to follow her , and--marry her," said Nekhludoff, touched to tears by his own conduct, and at the same time pleased to see the effect he produced on the Procureur. "Really! Dear me!" said the Procureur. "This is certainly a very exceptional case. I believe you are a member of the Krasnoporsk rural administration?" he asked, as if he remembered having heard before of this Nekhludoff, who was now making so strange a declaration. "I beg your pardon, but I do not think that has anything to do with my request," answered Nekhludoff, flushing angrily. "Certainly not," said the Procureur, with a scarcely perceptible smile and not in the least abashed; "only your wish is so extraordinary and so out of the common." "Well; but can I get the permission?" "The permission? Yes, I will give you an order of admittance directly. Take a seat." He went up to the table, sat down, and began to write. "Please sit down." Nekhludoff continued to stand. Having written an order of admittance, and handed it to Nekhludoff, the Procureur looked curiously at him. "I must also state that I can no longer take part in the sessions." "Then you will have to lay valid reasons before the Court, as you, of course, know." "My reasons are that I consider all judging not only useless, but immoral." "Yes," said the Procureur, with the same scarcely perceptible smile, as if to show that this kind of declaration was well known to him and belonged to the amusing sort. "Yes, but you will certainly understand that I as Procureur, can not agree with you on this point. Therefore, I should advise you to apply to the Court, which will consider your declaration, and find it valid or not valid, and in the latter case will impose a fine. Apply, then, to the Court." "I have made my declaration, and shall apply nowhere else," Nekhludoff said, angrily. "Well, then, good-afternoon," said the Procureur, bowing his head, evidently anxious to be rid of this strange visitor. "Who was that you had here?" asked one of the members of the Court, as he entered, just after Nekhludoff left the room. "Nekhludoff, you know; the same that used to make all sorts of strange statements at the Krasnoporsk rural meetings. Just fancy! He is on the jury, and among the prisoners there is a woman or girl sentenced to penal servitude, whom he says he betrayed, and now he wants to marry her." "You don't mean to say so." And in such a strange state of excitement Bordeaux wine!"
