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Don't I know the business he's after? And it's the third time I won't see him again no, I won't. He " "Good-evening, Nina Michailovna," I said, smiling. She turned to me. "Durdles Mr. Durdles only listen. It was all arranged for to-night the Parisian, and then we were to come straight back " "But your guest " I began. However the torrent continued. The door opened and Boris Grogoff came in.
Vera Michailovna was very busy in the kitchen, her face flushed and her sleeves rolled up; Sacha, the servant, malevolently assisting her and scolding continually the stout and agitated country girl who had been called in for the occasion. "All goes well," Vera smilingly assured me. "Half-past six it is don't be late." "I will be in time," I said. "Do you know, I've asked your English friend.
He looked at me apprehensively. I think that I appeared to him at that time a queer, moody, ill-disposed fellow, who was too old to understand the true character of young men's impetuous souls. It may be that he was right.... "Will you come with us, Ivan Andreievitch?" Vera Michailovna asked me. "We're going to the little cinema on Ekateringofsky a piece of local colour for Mr. Bohun."
"Tell young Bohun I shall be waiting for him to-night 7.30 Astoria " He turned to Vera Michailovna to say good-bye, and then, suddenly, as she rose and their eyes met, they seemed to strike some unexpected chord of sympathy. It took both of them, I think, by surprise; for quite a moment they stared at one another.
I caught Bohun's happy eyes; he was talking eagerly to Vera Michailovna, not removing his eyes from her face. She had conquered him; I fancied as I looked at her that her thoughts were elsewhere. There followed a Vaudeville entertainment.
"I believe terribly." "And it hurt him deeply when she was killed?" "Desperately deeply." "But what kind of woman was she? What type? It's so strange to me. Uncle Alexei... with his love affairs!" I looked up, smiling. "She was your very opposite, Vera Michailovna, in everything. Like a child with no knowledge, no experience, no self-reliance nothing.
I realised even in that first astonished moment the trouble that might be in store for all of us. "Look here, Lawrence!" I said at last. "The first thing that you may as well realise is that it is hopeless. Vera Michailovna has confided in me a good deal lately, and she is devoted to her husband, thinks of nothing else. She's simple, naïve, with all her sense and wisdom...."
"Why, Uncle Alexei!" she cried, holding out her hand. "You're too late for the tree! Why didn't you tell us? Then you could have come to dinner... and now it is all over. Why didn't you tell us?" He took her hand, and, very solemnly, bent down and kissed it. "I didn't know myself, dear Vera Michailovna.
At last I could endure it no longer, I jumped to my feet. "Vera Michailovna," I cried, "what have I done?" "Done?" she asked me with a look of self-conscious surprise. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean well enough," I answered. I tried to speak firmly, but my voice trembled a little. "You told me I was your friend.
The facts are true, the inferences absolutely my own, so that you may reject them at any moment and substitute others. It is true that I have known Vera Michailovna, Nina, Alexei Petrovitch, Henry, Jerry, and the rest some of them intimately and many of the conversations here recorded I have myself heard.
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