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These were the famous Bohemians! Their appearance at all events was disillusioning enough. Tamara's disappointment was immense. But presently when they began to sing she realized that there was something something in their music even though it was of an intense unrest.
The Prince had been leaning on the mantlepiece without speaking for some moments, listening to Tamara's conversation, but now he joined in, and sinking into a chair beside her, answered from there. "Thirty versts, Tantine we shall go in troikas but you must send your servants on the night before." Then he turned to Tamara, who seemed wonderfully absorbed, almost whispering to Stephen Strong.
It was done with such incredible swiftness and audacity that even had they been observed it must only have looked as though he bent to pick up something she had dropped. But the kiss burned into Tamara's flesh. She could hardly keep the tears of outraged pride from her eyes. "How dare you! How dare you!" she hissed. "Truly you are making me ashamed of having let you speak to me last night!"
Their views and boundaries of principles in action seemed to be limitless, just as their vast country seems to have no landmarks for miles. One could imagine the unexpected happening in any of their lives. And the charm and fascination of them continued to increase. It was late one afternoon when Prince Milaslávski again came prominently into view on Tamara's horizon.
"They were coming down to see you; but now Gritzko has appeared we shall receive no attention, I fear," and she laughed happily, while the little boy came forward, and with beautiful manners kissed Tamara's hand. "You are an English lady," he said, without the slightest accent. "Have you a little boy, too?" Tamara was obliged to own she had no children, which he seemed to think very unfortunate.
Tamara's ire rose again. "I have tried often with my brother Tom, and it always makes me sick. I would be a fool, not a prude, to go on, would not I?" "I am not forcing you to smoke. I like your pretty teeth best as they are!" Rebellion shook Tamara.
"Tamara," he said, and he took her hand, "these were my mother's rooms. I loved her very much, and I always thought I would never let any woman even my wife enter them. I have left them just as she used them last. But now I know that is not what she would have wished." His deep voice trembled a little with a note of feeling in it which was new, and which touched Tamara's innermost being.
And under the furs she and her godmother felt no cold, while Gritzko, this wild Prince, sat facing them, his splendid eyes ablaze. Presently they stopped and looked out on the Gulf of Finland and a vast view. Above were countless stars and a young, rising moon. It was striking seven as they went to their rooms. Such was Tamara's first outing in this land of the North.
His eyes seemed to gleam, and he lay perfectly still in his chair like some panther watching its prey. Tamara's blood was up. She would not be dominated! She continued mocking and defying him until she drove him gradually mad. But on one thing she had counted rightly, he could do nothing with them all in the room.
"Once there were no continuous obstacles to his will, he would be gentle and adoring, he would be as tender and thoughtful as he is to me when I am ill." Then into Tamara's brain there rushed visions of the unutterable pleasure this tenderness would mean, and she said: "Don't let us talk; I want to sleep, Marraine." And in the morning they arrived at Moscow.
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