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Updated: April 30, 2025
A man is at a disadvantage in the presence of the woman who loves him. She usually sees through him a marked difference between masculine and feminine love. Catrina looked up sharply and caught his eyes resting on Etta. "He does not love her he does not love her!" was the thought that instantly leaped into her brain.
Why should she pretend not to know Russian, if she does?" Catrina made no answer. She sat heavily down in the vacant chair. Her attitudes were uncouth and strong a perpetual source of tribulation to the countess. She sat with her elbow on her knee, staring into the fire. "I did not mean to hate her; I did not want to," she said. "If it had been you, I should not have hated you."
As she moved she gave a jerk of the head from time to time, as schoolgirls who have too much hair are wont to do. The reason of this nervous movement was a wondrous plait of gold reaching far below her waist. Catrina Lanovitch almost worshipped her own hair.
"Ah, but it would do your heart good av you could take a peep at us about twelve o'clock, dancing 'Dirty James' for a bolero, and just see Miss Catrina, the lady's maid, doing 'cover the buckle' as neat as Nature.
Catrina's speech was ever abrupt. At first Maggie did not understand. "Yes, thanks," she answered. "I am very tired. I suppose it is the snow." "Yes," said Catrina mechanically; "it is the snow." She went toward the door, and there she paused. "Does Paul love her?" she asked abruptly. Maggie made no answer; and, as was her habit, Catrina replied to her own question.
"Yes," answered the countess; "but Catrina is only twenty-four ten years younger than Paul." "Indeed!" with a faint, cutting surprise. Indeed Etta looked younger than Catrina. On a l'âge de son coeur, and if the heart be worn it transmits its weariness to the face, where such signs are ascribed to years. So the little stab was justified by Catrina's appearance.
At dinner he made himself vastly agreeable, recounting many anecdotes fresh from Paris, which duly amused the Countess Lanovitch, and somewhat shocked Catrina, who was not advanced or inclined to advance. After dinner the guest asked Mlle. Catrina to play.
"Ah, Catrina," said Paul, "we have broken new ground for you. There was no track from here to Osterno through the forest. I made one this afternoon, so you have no excuse for remaining away, now." "Thank you," answered Catrina, withdrawing her cold hand hurriedly from his friendly grasp. "Miss Delafield," went on Paul, "admires our country as much as you do."
Steinmetz came into the room with an exaggerated bow and a twinkle in his melancholy eyes. "Catrina has gone out on a day like this! Mon Dieu! How gray, how melancholy!" "Without, yes! But here, how different!" replied Steinmetz in French. The countess cackled and pointed to a chair. "Ah! you always flatter. What news have you, bad character?"
Steinmetz waited for some time, then he turned slowly toward Catrina without actually looking at her. "It is dangerous," he said, "to stay in this warm room with your furs." "Yes," she answered, rather faintly; "I will go and take them off." Steinmetz held the door open for her, but he did not look at her.
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