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The five sleeping compartments reserved for this party of ten were all in a row in one carriage, and Tamara and the Princess, on the plea of fatigue, immediately retired to their berths for the night, Tamara not having addressed a single direct word to Gritzko. So far, so well.
"Tantine, I am feeling the absolute devil tonight. Will you come and have supper with me after this infernal ballet is over?" "Gritzko what is it? Something has disturbed you!" He leant forward and rested his chin on his hands. "Well, your haughty guest touched me with too sharp a spur, perhaps," he said, "but she was right. I do waste my life. I have been thinking of my mother.
The Royalties arrived in a gorgeous train, and yet neither Gritzko nor Count Varishkine. It might mean nothing, but it was curious all the same. The opening contre-danse was in full swing, and still they never came, and by the time of the second valse after it Tamara was a prey to a vague fear. While the Princess' uneasiness grew more than vague. Tamara could not enjoy herself.
To-night his coat was brown and the underdress black, it was quite as becoming as the others she had seen him in, with the strange belt and gold and silver trimmings and the Eastern hang of it all, and his great dark gray-blue eyes blazed at Tamara now and then with a challenge in them she could hardly withstand. "Now tell us, Gritzko, what did you do in Egypt this year?" Princess Sonia said.
"I have been reading up the guide books, so as to be thoroughly learned and teach Jack he is so terribly ignorant always, worse than Tom!" and she laughed. "We must try and see the whole show, and if the snow lasts, as it promises to do, we should have a delightful time." "Gritzko," Princess Ardácheff said. "How many versts is it from Moscow to Milasláv?"
Her godmother found her there still as an image when presently she came to ask after her health. "Tamara! dearest child. You worry me dreadfully. Confide in me, little one. Tell me what has happened?" and she placed her kind arms around her goddaughter's shoulders and caressed and comforted her. Tamara shivered, and then stood up. "I am going to marry Gritzko, Marraine," she said.
"Then it is au revoir," he said, and kissing their hands he left them. When the door was shut and they were alone. "Tamara, what had you said to Gritzko to move him so?" the Princess asked. "I, who know every line of his face, tell you I have not seen him so moved since his mother's death." So Tamara told her, describing the scene. "My dear, you touched him in a tender spot," her godmother said.
Tamara had a sudden sensation of being a million miles away from England and her family: it all came as a breath of some other life. She felt strangely nervous, she had not the least notion why. There was a reckless look about things which caused a weird thrill. "If it were only arranged, what capabilities it all has," she thought; "but as it is, it seems to speak of Gritzko and fierce strife."
After a while the Princess left her, they having come to the agreement that Tamara should do all that she could to keep the peace; but when she was alone she decided to speak to Gritzko as little as possible herself, and to ignore him completely. There would be no Boris and no one to make him jealous.
Tamara was conscious that her godmother was murmuring horrified and affectionate solicitations, as she busily set to work. She was also conscious that Gritzko was standing with his shoulder leant against her berth. He was so tall he could look at her, in spite of her retirement to the farthest side, and she was horribly conscious of the magnetic power exercised by his eyes.
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