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He chatted a little with him, reproached him for having quite forgotten him and his aunt, listened to fresh laudations of the golden woman, the Princess, from whom Kupfer had just received, from Yaroslávl, a skull-cap embroidered with fish-scales ... and then suddenly sitting down in front of Kupfer, and looking him straight in the eye, he announced that he had been to Kazán.
All was told at last, and Kupfer was silent, rewarding himself for his exertions with a cigar. 'And why did she take poison? asked Aratov. 'In the paper it was stated.... Kupfer waved his hand. 'Well ... that I can't say ... I don't know. But the paper tells a lie. Clara's conduct was exemplary ... no love affairs of any kind.... And indeed how should there be with her pride!
Kupfer came up to him. 'Well, my dear boy, what do you think of her? he asked, beaming all over with satisfaction. Kupfer was surprised. 'No musical knowledge, he repeated slowly.... 'Well, as to that ... she can acquire that. But what soul! Wait a bit, though; you shall hear her in Tatiana's letter.
He suddenly realised that he was eagerly expecting Kupfer! Did he want to question him, or perhaps even to confide in him?... But Kupfer did not make his appearance. Then Aratov took down Pushkin, read Tatiana's letter, and convinced himself again that the 'gipsy girl' had not in the least understood the real force of the letter. And that donkey Kupfer shouts: Rachel! Viardot!
"See here," pursued Kupfer, becoming more and more animated; "there exists here a certain society of amateurs and artists, which from time to time organises readings, concerts, even theatrical representations, for philanthropic objects...." "And the Princess takes part?" interrupted Arátoff. "The Princess always takes part in good works but that is of no consequence.
The next morning he again, for some reason, kept expecting Kupfer; he was on the point of writing a note to him ... but did nothing, however,... and spent most of the time walking up and down his room.
Surely, she was nothing to him? Was not that the fact? "But perhaps that is not true," the thought suddenly occurred to him. "I must find out! But from whom? From the Princess? No, from Kupfer ... from Kupfer? But they say he is not in Moscow. Never mind! I must apply to him first!" With these ideas in his head Arátoff hastily dressed himself, summoned a cab and dashed off to Kupfer.
Kupfer, as one of the stewards, with a white ribbon on the cuff of his coat, fussed and bustled about busily; the princess was obviously excited, looked about her, shot smiles in all directions, talked with those next her ... none but men were sitting near her.
But Arátoff did not give his friend a chance to answer his aunt's question, and hastily seizing the ticket which was held out to him, he ordered Platonída Ivánovna to give Kupfer five rubles on the instant. She was amazed, and began to blink her eyes.... Nevertheless, she handed Kupfer the money in silence. Yáshenka had shouted at her in a very severe manner.
Kupfer came next day to dinner; he did not begin, however, expatiating on the preceding evening, he did not even reproach Aratov for his hasty retreat, and only regretted that he had not stayed to supper, when there had been champagne!
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