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What did he mean? she wondered. Were there many things then to which one must shut one's eyes? She now caught part of the conversation that was going on. "But why won't you come, Gritzko?" Countess Olga was saying. "It will be most amusing and the prizes are lovely, Tatiane, who has seen them, says." "I? to be glued to a bridge table for three solid evenings. Mon Dieu!" the Prince cried.
I know now he causes me emotions of which I never dreamed and for which I would pay that price. But I have no single proof that he does really love me. He may be playing in the same way with Tatiane Shébanoff and the rest." And at this picture her pride rose in wild revolt. Never, never! should he play with her again at least!
Then she added dreamily: "While as a lover I should think he must be quite divine." Tamara took another cup of tea and looked into the fire. She was ashamed to show how this conversation interested her. "Tatiane Shébanoff is madly in love with him, poor thing, and I do not believe he has ever given her any real encouragement," the Princess continued.
Gritzko did not even glance their way! he stood laughing with his comrades, and it would have been impossible to imagine anything more insouciant and attractive and provoking than the creature looked. "No wonder Tatiane Shébanoff is in love with him or that actress or the rest!" Tamara thought. And then a wave of rage swept over her. She at least would not give in and join this throng!
The Prince was dancing with Princess Shébanoff, and her charming face was turned up to him with an adoring smile. "Poor Tatiane, " Countess Olga said low to herself. When the gipsies returned, their music grew wilder than ever, and some of the solos seemed to touch responsive chords in Tamara's very bones.
"This is a jolly place," Jack Courtray said. He had just the faintest lisp, which sounded rather attractive, and Tamara, after the storms and emotions of the past few days, found a distinct pleasure and rest in his obviousness. It is an ill wind which blows no one any good, for presently the Prince turned and devoted himself to Tatiane Shébanoff.
He had never been more brilliant, and kept the table in a roar, while much of his conversation was addressed to Tatiane Shébanoff, who sat on his left hand. Tamara appeared as though she were turned into stone. And so the night wore on. It was now four o'clock in the morning. The company all went to the galleries again to watch the departure of the King and Queen.
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