Chapter 6“As things fell out, however,” continued Maksim Maksimych, “I was right, you see. The presents produced only half an effect. She became more gracious more trustful – but that was all. Pechorin accordingly determined upon a last expedient. One morning he ordered his horse to be saddled, dressed himself as a Circassian, armed himself, and went into her room.
“Bela,” he said. “You know how I love you. I decided to carry you off, thinking that when you grew to know me you would give me your love. I was mistaken. Farewell! Remain absolute mistress of all I possess. Return to your father if you like – you are free. I have acted wrongfully towards you, and I must punish myself. Farewell! I am going. Whither? – How should I know? Perchance I shall not have long to court the bullet or the
