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Nothing could be more agreeable than this society, Tamara thought. Some of the men were elderly, and a number the husbands of the various ladies; there were a few young officers and several diplomats from the Embassies, too. But young or old, all were gay and ready to enjoy life. "You must taste some vodka, Madame," Prince Milaslávski said, pouring a small glass at Tamara's side.
The Sphinx was smiling its eternal smile. It was two o'clock in the morning. The tourists had returned to Cairo, and only an Arab or two lingered near the boy who held Tamara's camel, and then gradually slunk away; thus, but for Hafis, she was alone alone with her thoughts and the Sphinx. The strange, mystical face looked straight at her from the elevation where she sat.
"Aren't you ashamed to take the last money from a poor retired almost-head-officer? Why have you hidden them here?" And, having snapped his fingers again, he drew the coins out of Tamara's ear. "I shall return at once, don't be bored without me," he reassured the young people; "but if you can't wait for me, then I won't have any special pretensions about it. I have the honour! ..." "Roly-Poly!"
To the silent question in Tamara's eyes Jennie made a wry face of disgust, shivered with her back and nodded her head affirmatively. "He's gone... Brrr! ..." Platonov was looking at Jennie with extraordinary attentiveness. He distinguished her from the rest of the girls and almost respected her for her abrupt, refractory, and impudently mocking character.
"What did you think of Gritzko Milaslávski, Tamara?" she asked, when all the guests were gone, and the two had retired to Tamara's room. "He is one of the dearest characters when you know him but a terrible tease." "He seemed very pleasant," Tamara said blankly, while she picked up a book. Even to speak of him caused her unease.
Not the slightest attempt to beautify or furnish with carved chairs, and cabinets of china, and portraits and tapestry on the walls, as in an English house. In the passage all was as plain as a barrack. Tamara's room and the Princess' joined. They were both gorgeously upholstered in crude blue satin brocade, and full of gilt heavy furniture, but in each there was a modern brass bed.
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