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They have never done any harm. They are not like the Jews. It seems unjust. I have been very busy, in my small way. My mother, you know, does not take much interest in things that are not clean." "Madame the Countess reads French novels and the fictional productions of some modern English ladies," suggested Steinmetz quietly. "Yes; but she objects to honest dirt," said Catrina coldly.
The weak blue eyes looked into the strong face and read nothing there. "I doubt," said Paul, "whether it is right for you to continue sacrificing Catrina for the sake of the little good that you are able to do. You are hampered in your good work to such an extent that the result is very small, while the pain you give is very great." "But is that so, Pavlo? Is my child unhappy?"
Catrina gathered up the reins and gave a little cry, at which the ponies leaped forward, and in a whirl of driven snow the sleigh glided off between the pines. At first there was no opportunity of conversation, for the ponies were fresh and troublesome.
"You need not be afraid with Catrina," chimed in the countess, nodding and becking in a manner that clearly showed her assumption to herself of some vague compliment. "She drives beautifully. She is not nervous in that way. I have never seen any one drive like her." "I have no doubt," said De Chauxville, "that mademoiselle's hands are firm, despite their diminutiveness."
"Yes, I see; though I confess I sometimes forget what the deuce I am supposed to be." Steinmetz laughed pleasantly as he folded the letter. He rose and went to the door. "I will send it off," he said. He paused on the threshold and looked back gravely. "Do not forget," he added, "that Catrina Lanovitch loves you."
"If it will not bore mademoiselle," he replied. The countess looked at her daughter with an unctuous smile, as if to urge her on to make the most of this opportunity. It was one of the countess's chief troubles that she could not by hook or crook involve Catrina in any sort of a love intrigue.
All three were kissing her, but Hannah laughed at their sorrowful faces. "I'll go out on the platform with you. And I'll carry the hat-box, Catrina. Shall you have a spread to-night? Oh! it's the same dear little, queer little station! And there's Miss Eliot, and Dy-the Allen! Glory! Glory! Glory! Dy-the, going on this train? Joy and rapture! I should have died of loneliness!"
It was a prearranged matter that there should be a bear-hunt in our forests." "That will do," answered De Chauxville reflectively; "in a few days, perhaps, if it suits the countess." Catrina made no reply. After a pause she spoke again, in her strange, jerky way. "What will you gain by it?" she asked. De Chauxville shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows?" he answered.
Vanity is a handicap assigned to clever women by Fate, who handicaps us all without appeal. De Chauxville saw by a little flicker of the eyelids that he had not missed his mark. He had hit Etta where his knowledge of her told him she was unusually vulnerable. He had made one ally. The countess he looked upon with a wise contempt. She was easier game than Etta. Catrina he understood well enough.
She was the sort of mother who would have preferred to hear scandal about her daughter to hearing nothing. "If it will not freeze monsieur," replied Catrina, with uncompromising honesty. De Chauxville laughed in his frank way. "I am not afraid of coldness of the atmosphere, mademoiselle," he replied. "I am most anxious to see your beautiful country.
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