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But Dmitry shook his head. That would be impossible, he said. Much planning would be needed first. A yacht must be taken, and not until the end of May would it be safe for the Excellency to journey south. At that time Madame would be in a chateau on the seacoast, and if the Excellency in his cruise could be within sight, he might possibly land at a suitable moment and see her for a few hours.
". . . a registration clerk of the name of Dmitry Kuldarov, coming from the beershop in Kozihin's buildings in Little Bronnaia in an intoxicated condition. . ." "That's me and Semyon Petrovitch. . . . It's all described exactly! Go on! Listen!"
And you shall be young, too, Paul and teach me! Give Dmitry the answer." "The answer is, 'Yes, immediately' tell Madame," Paul said. And then he trod on air until he arrived at the landing she had indicated. Soon the launch glided up, he saw her there reclining under an awning of striped green.
As he spoke Dmitry indicated the return path, and bid the Excellency follow him, and hasten, hasten. This was a terrible blow to Paul, but the thought that he might bring danger to his beloved one made him not hesitate a moment.
Yes there was no one about for the moment, and like ghosts they glided through the little terrace door, and Paul went into the room by the window, while Dmitry held the heavy curtains, and then disappeared. It was empty the fact struck a chill note, in spite of the great bowls of flowers and the exquisite scent. His tiger was there, and the velvet pillows of old.
I am quite aware that you have ample money to provide me with a feast of Midas all of gold if necessary, and you shall some day, if you really wish. But to stop over paltry sums of francs, to destroy the thread of our conversation and thoughts to make it all banal and everyday! That is what I won't have. Dmitry is there for nothing else but to eviter for me these details.
He could hardly contain his impatience, and walk sedately beside Dmitry when they ascended the great stone staircase he felt like bounding up three steps at a time. Dmitry had been respectfully silent. Madame was well that was all he would say.
Money and intelligence can achieve a number of things in a short space of time, and Dmitry had had both at his command, so everything, including a chef from Paris and a retinue of Italian servants, was ready when on the Tuesday evening Paul arrived at the station. What a wonderland it seemed to him, Venice!
Dmitry Alexandrovitch Matov was already forty years old, and many dark, mad misdeeds weighed on his shoulders, when, quite unexpectedly to all and possibly to himself, he married a young girl with excellent means and a dark past. There was a report that she had been the mistress of a dignitary, who had begun to grow weary of her.
However, the brother of Madame was with her now, and had been made guardian of her son so things were peaceful and the cause of all her trouble would not dare to menace further. For once Dmitry had let himself go, as he spoke, and a passionate hate appeared in his quiet eyes.
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