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She would occupy herself with Stephen Strong, and the sight-seeing, and even Sonia's husband, who was a bore and old, too; but the prospect held out no charms for her. She knew that she loved him deeply this wild, fierce Gritzko more deeply than ever today, and the tears, one after another, trickled down her pale cheeks.
Then Gritzko returned, and there were only five days before the wedding. He had sent her flowers each morning as a lover should, and he had loaded her with presents, all of which she received in the same crushed spirit. With the fixed idea in her brain that he was only marrying her because as a gentleman he must, none of his gifts gave her any pleasure.
Now of what use to write of the days that followed the stiff restrained days or of the arrival of Tom Underdown and his sister, and Millicent Hardcastle or of the splendid Russian ceremonies in the church or the quieter ones at the Embassy. All that it concerns us to know is that Gritzko and Tamara were at last alone on this their wedding night. Alone with all their future before them.
At last he sat down. "Vera, tell me the truth," he said. "How are things going? I confess last night gave me qualms." The Princess gazed at him inquiringly. "Why qualms?" "You see, Gritzko is quite an exceptional person, he is no type of a Russian or any other nation that one can reckon with, he is himself, and he has the most attractive magnetic personality a man could have." "Well, then?"
With feverish haste she cobbled up the holes, glancing nervously every few moments to the door in case Gritzko should come in. Then she put the garment on again refastened her brooch and brushed and recoiled her hair. What she saw in the small looking-glass helped to restore her nerve. Except that her eyes were red, and she was very pale, she was tidy and properly clothed.
One hears he has a wild fit on and is at Milasláv with " the rest of the words were almost whispered. Tamara found herself unpleasantly on the alert how ridiculous, though, she thought Gritzko! there might be a dozen Gritzkos in Petersburg.
"It is an acquired taste, and if you have a particularly sensitive ear the music will make you feel inclined to scream. It drives me mad." "Gritzko," the Princess whispered to him. "You promise to be sage, dear boy, do you not? Sometimes you alarm me when you go too far." "Tantine!" and he kissed her hand. "Your words are law!" "Alas! if that were only true," she said with a sigh.
He now pulled back the shade and they saw he was standing there quite sans gêne in the same kind of blue silk pyjamas Tamara remembered to have seen once before, and his eyes, far from being tragic or serious, had the naughtiest, most mischievous twinkle in them, while he whispered to the Princess and enlisted her sympathy for his pain. "Gritzko, dearest child, but you are suffering!
Tamara had just begun to dress when her godmother came into her room next day. "There is going to be a terrible snow storm, dear," she said. "I think we should get down fairly early and suggest to Gritzko that we start back to Moscow before lunch. It is no joke to be caught in this wild country. I will send you in Katia."
But when they arrived at the great house and walked among the brilliant throng no Prince was to be seen! It might be he had no intention to come. Presently Tamara went off to the refreshment room with her friend Valonne. The conversation turned to Gritzko with an easy swing. He seemed on the brink of one of his maddest fits. Valonne had seen him in the club just before dinner.
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