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Perhaps the match I had in my mind for you, for which both Boris Andraevitch and I would have been ready to make any sacrifice... may not have been fully in accordance with your ideas... but in the bottom of my heart "
IT was already ten o'clock in the evening; in the drawing-room of the Arjanov house Sipiagin, his wife, and Kollomietzev were sitting over a game at cards when a footman entered and announced that an unknown gentleman, a certain Mr. Paklin, wished to see Boris Andraevitch upon a very urgent business. "So late!" Valentina Mihailovna exclaimed, surprised. "What?"
"Don't interrupt an intelligent conversation! Mariana, do teach him manners!" Mariana turned to the cage and began stroking the parrot's neck with her finger; the parrot stretched towards her. "Yes," Valentina Mihailovna continued, "Boris Andraevitch astonishes me, too, sometimes. There is a certain strain in him... a certain strain... of the tribune." "C'est parce qu'il est orateur!"
"H'm.... No doubt some beggar or intriguer." "Or both," Kollomietzev chimed in. "Very likely. Ask him into my study." Boris Andraevitch got up. "Pardon, ma bonne. Have a game of ecarte till I come back, unless you would like to wait for me. I won't be long." "Nous causerons... Allez!" Kollomietzev said.
Do you suppose that your behaviour could have remained a secret to me, to Anna Zaharovna, to the whole household in fact? However, I must say you are not over-particular about secrecy. You simply acted in bravado. Only Boris Andraevitch does not know what you have done... But he is occupied with far more serious and important matters. Apart from him, everybody else knows, everybody!"
Valentina Mihailovna, standing in front, waved her pocket handkerchief, Kolia shrieked with delight, the coachman adroitly pulled up the steaming horses, a footman came down headlong from the box and almost pulled the carriage door off its hinges in his effort to open it and then, with a condescending smile on his lips, in his eyes, over the whole of his face, Boris Andraevitch, with one graceful gesture of the shoulders, dropped his cloak and sprang to the ground.
Don't you think we could do it better than these ignorant, hungry loafers who know nothing and imagine themselves to be men of genius? We could appoint Boris Andraevitch as president." Valentina Mihailovna laughed louder still. "You had better take care, Boris Andraevitch is sometimes such a Jacobin " "Jacko, jacko, jacko," the parrot screamed. Valentina Mihailovna waved her handkerchief at him.
Five days after Solomin's return home there drove into the courtyard a smart little phaeton, harnessed to four splendid horses and a footman in pale green livery, whom Pavel conducted to the little wing, where he solemnly handed Solomin a letter sealed with an armorial crest, from "His Excellency Boris Andraevitch Sipiagin."
Why shouldn't they be able to understand what is understood by a simple illiterate merchant? They are not suffering from lack of education and one might even claim, without any exaggeration, that they are, in a certain sense, the representatives of enlightenment and progress." Boris Andraevitch spoke very well; his eloquence would have made a great stir in St.
Boris Andraevitch asked, screwing up his handsome nose; "what did you say the gentleman's name was?" "Mr. Paklin, sir." "Paklin!" Kollomietzev exclaimed; "a real country name. Paklin. .. Solomin... De vrais noms ruraux, hein?" "Did you say," Boris Andraevitch continued, still turned towards the footman with his nose screwed up, "that the business was an urgent one?" "The gentleman said so, sir."
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