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Updated: April 30, 2025
But Rezanov laughingly extricated himself, and sending a message to Davidov and Khostov to come to him immediately, walked toward the tent he had ordered erected on the edge of the settlement; only the worst of weather drove him indoors in these half-civilized communities.
Davidov and Khostov were always with the Spanish officers, drinking and card playing, or improving their dancing and Spanish with the girls, whose guitars were tuned for the waltz day and night. The dignitaries met as usual and conversed on all topics save those paramount in the minds of each.
Rezanov shrugged his shoulders and went on to his tent. There was no furniture in it as yet, and he was obliged to receive Davidov and Khostov standing, but this he preferred. They followed him almost immediately, apprehensive and nervous, and before speaking he looked at them for a moment with his strong, penetrating gaze.
Of course you know that they have a great admiration and affection for you." Prince Davidov looked at him piercingly but calmly, perhaps too calmly. It seemed strange that he answered nothing to the remark about the Pirozhkovskys as if Trirodov's words passed by him like momentary shadows, without so much as touching anything in his soul.
The young lips of the maids parted with delight and the men frowned. For the first time William Sturgis felt the sickness of jealousy instead of its not unagreeable pain. Davidov and Khostov, both handsome and well-bred young men, were also in full naval uniform, and by no means ignored; while Langsdorff, in the severe black of the scholar, was an admirable foil.
Upon the arrival of the two California dignitaries in the morning, Rezanov had sent Davidov and Langsdorff on shore to assure them of his gratitude and deep appreciation of the hospitality shown himself, his officers and men.
"In 1789 there was a chart of this bay, taken from a Spanish MSS., published in London; and I bought it there when I ran up from the Nadeshda anchored at Falmouth three years ago. Davidov, who, you may observe, is steering, oblivious to the charms of even Dona Carolina, knows every sounding by heart." "Oh!" Concha shrugged her shoulders. "The Governor, too, is very clever.
Trirodov smiled: "You do not like it?" he asked. "Well, what of it you with your extensive connexions could easily hinder me." The tone in which he uttered his words expressed proud irony. Thus Satan would have spoken, tempting a famished one in the desert. Prince Davidov frowned. His black eyes flared up. He asked again: "Why have you done all this?
The door opened, admitting the visitor Prince Immanuel Osipovitch Davidov, celebrated as author and preacher, a man of a distinguished family and democratic views, a man beloved of many and possessed of the mystery of extraordinary fascination, attracting to him many hearts. His face was very smooth, quite un-Russian in type. His lips, slightly descending at the corners, were marked with sorrow.
I have always envied him, and now he is going to win that beautiful Dona Concha. She will look at none of us." "We will doubtless meet others as beautiful at the ball to-night," said Davidov philosophically. "You are not in love with a girl who has barely spoken to you, I suppose."
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