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Oddly enough, she met Joseph Mangles there not loitering near the windows, but hurrying along. "Ah!" he said, "thought I might meet you here." He was, it appeared, as simple as other old gentlemen, and leaped to the conclusion that if Netty was out-of-doors she must necessarily be in the Senatorska. He suited his pace to hers.
But Netty had not seen the Senatorska, and did not know how to find it. "Go out into the Faubourg," her uncle explained, "and just turn to the left and follow all the other women. It is the street where the shops are." Two days later, when Miss Julie Mangles was writing her paper, Netty set out to find the Senatorska.
"Ulrich is the name. And you are fond of violets?" "I love them." Deulin was making a silent, mental note of the harmless taste, when dinner was announced. "It was I who recommended Netty to investigate the Senatorska," said Mr. Mangles, when they were seated. But Netty did not wish to be made the subject of the conversation any longer.
In a degree she followed her uncle's instructions, and instinct did the rest. For the Senatorska is not an easy street to find. The entrance to it is narrow and unpromising, like either end of Bond Street.
He walked back quickly to the flower-shop kept by Ulrich, in the Senatorska. A rare thing happened to Paul Deulin at this moment. He fell into a train of thought, and walked some distance by the side of Netty without speaking. It was against his principles altogether. "Never be silent with a woman," he often said. "She will only misconstrue it."
"Yes, they are pretty," answered Netty, making a little movement to show the flowers to greater advantage to Deulin and to Cartoner also. Her waist was very round and slender. "They came from that shop in the Senatorska or the Wirzbowa, I forget, quite, which street. Ulrich, I think, was the name." And she apparently desired to let the subject drop there. "Yes," said Deulin, slowly.
The morning passed in a pleasant stroll down the Senatorska where are the chief shops of Moscow. Here the Count insisted upon buying his English friend a very beautiful amber and gold cigarette-case, to remind him, as he said, of their quarrel. "It was very natural," he admitted, "I know these people so well. They talk like angels and act like devils. You will know more about them in good time.
And Joseph changed the position of his cigar from the left-hand to the right-hand corner of his mouth, very dexterously from within, with his tongue. He saw no reason why Jooly should not write a paper on the Semitic question in Russia, and read it to a greedy multitude in a town-hall, provided that the town-hall was sufficiently far West. "Seen the Senatorska, Netty?" he inquired.
"That's as may be, Jooly," replied her brother, "but I take it that the hearts of the women go to the Senatorska." For Miss Mangles, on the advice of a polyglot concierge, had walked down the length of that silent street, the Franciszkanska, where the Jews ply their mysterious trades and where every shutter is painted with bright images of the wares sold within the house.
The Senatorska does not approach Bond Street or the Rue de la Paix, and Netty, who knew those thoroughfares, seemed to find little to interest her in the street where Stanislaus Augustus Poniatowski that weak dreamer built his great opera-house and cultivated the ballet.
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