Zourine went out into the street to excuse himself to Marie, and explain the mistake, and ordered the officer to place her and her maid in the best house in the city. I stayed with him. After supper, as soon as we were alone, I gave him the story of my adventures.
He shook his head. "That's all very well; but why will you marry? As an officer and a comrade, I tell you marriage is folly! Now listen to me. The road to Simbirsk has been swept clean by our soldiers; you can therefore send the Captain's daughter to your parents tomorrow, and remain yourself in my detachment. No need to return to Orenbourg; you might fall again into the hands of the rebels."
I resolved to follow, in part, Zourine's advice. Saveliitch came to prepare my room for the night. I told him to be ready to set out in the morning with Marie.
"Who will attend you, my lord?"
"My old friend," said I, trying to soften him, "I do not need a servant here, and in serving Marie, you serve me, for I shall marry her as soon as the war is over."
"Marry!" repeated he, with his hands crossed, and a look of inexpressible blankness, "the child wants to marry! What will your parents say?"
"They will, no doubt, consent as soon as they know Marie. You will intercede for us, will you not?"
I had touched the old man's heart. "O Peter!" said he, "you are too young to marry, but the young lady is an angel, and it would be a sin to let the chance slip. I will do as you desire."
The next day I made known my plans to Marie. As Zourine's detachment was to leave the city that same day, delay was impossible. I confided Marie to my dear old Saveliitch, and gave him a letter for my father. Marie, in tears, took leave of me. I did not dare to speak, lest the bystanders should observe my feelings.
It was the end of the February; Winter, which had rendered manoeuvering difficult was now at a close, and our generals were preparing for a combined campaign. At the approach of our troops, revolted villages returned to their duty, while Prince Galitzin defeated the usurper, and raised the siege of Orenbourg, which was the death-blow to the rebellion. We heard of Pougatcheff in the Ural regions, and on the way to Moscow. But he was captured. The war was over. Zourine received orders to return his troops to their posts. I jumped about the room like a boy. Zourine shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Wait till you are married, and see how foolish you are!"