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He wrote me twice asking me to hold his room, once from New York and once from Chicago. To the second letter he added a postscript: "Have not found what I wanted, but am getting warm. If any news, address me at Des Moines, Iowa, General Delivery. It was nearly the end of April when I saw Lida again. I had seen by the newspapers that she and her mother were coming home.
When we got home Byelokurov sat down on the sofa and frowned thoughtfully, and I began walking up and down the room, conscious of a soft emotion as though I were in love. I wanted to talk about the Voltchaninovs. "Lida could only fall in love with a member of the Zemstvo, as devoted to schools and hospitals as she is," I said.
"Oh, no, I'm well enough, I've been traveling about. Those infernal sleeping-cars " His voice trailed off, and I saw him looking at my mother's picture, with the jonquils beneath. "That's curious!" he said, going closer. "It it looks almost like Lida Harvey." "My mother," I said simply. "Have you seen her lately?" "My mother?" I asked, startled. "No, Lida." "I saw her a few days ago." "Here?"
He smiled, showing his white teeth, and taking Lida's hand, sat down beside her on the bed. "Well, well, it doesn't matter. I was only anxious on your account. I am ever so glad that you've come. I was longing to see you." Sarudine raised her hot, perfumed little hand to his lips, and kissed it just above the glove. "Is that the truth?" asked Lida. The curious tone of her voice surprised him.
Lida knows 'My Village' only, nothing but 'My Village, and everyone sings that. We must sing something far more genteel.... Well, have you thought of anything, Polenka? If only you'd help your mother! My memory's quite gone, or I should have thought of something. We really can't sing 'An Hussar. Ah, let us sing in French, 'Cinq sous, I have taught it you, I have taught it you.
Novikoff strove to avoid continuing the discussion, being afraid that Sanine might return to the subject which for personally was the most interesting in the whole world. Anything that did not concern Lida seemed le to him dull. "And where is Lidia Petrovna?" he asked mechanically, albeit loth to utter the question that was uppermost in his mind. "Lida? Where should she be?
"I would come with you if she were not so thoroughly convinced that I am her brother." Lida winced somewhat, and glanced swiftly at Sanine, as she laughed, a short, nervous laugh. Maria Ivanovna was obviously displeased. "Why do you talk in that stupid way?" she bluntly exclaimed. "I suppose you think it is original?" "I really never thought about it at all," was Sanine's rejoinder.
Three days afterwards, late in the evening, Lida came home sad, tired, and heavy-hearted. On reaching her room, she stood still, with hands clasped, and stared at the floor. She suddenly realized, to her horror, that in her relations with Sarudine she had gone too far.
It is curious to recall that, at that time, five years ago, I had never seen my niece, Lida Harvey, and then to think that only the day before yesterday she came in her automobile as far as she dared, and then sat there, waving to me, while the police patrol brought across in a skiff a basket of provisions she had sent me.
"Such patient goodness ought not to be snubbed by- " He caught his sister's eye, and made his last words "youthful theorists." Mrs. Henderson too forwarded a letter from Lida, being sure that it would be a great pleasure to Mrs. Grinstead.
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