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Updated: May 8, 2025
Hardcastle exclaimed: "Look, look! I am sure that is he the mad man who wore those pyjamas." The Khedive's ball was a fairly fine sight, Tamara thought, but driving through the streets took such a ridiculously long time, the crowd was so great.
So, cold and sick with apprehension, poor Tamara crept to her room, and, dismissing her weary maid, sat and rocked herself over her fire. What horrible thing had occurred? What was the meaning of that thin stream of blood? Tamara and her godmother did not meet until nearly lunchtime next day. A little before that meal the Princess came into her room.
Meanwhile, below in the blue salon, the Princess Ardácheff was conversing with Stephen Strong. "Yes, mon ami," she was saying. "You must come we go in a week the day after my ball, to show Tamara Moscow, and from there to spend a night at Milasláv. Olga and Sonia and her husband and the Englishman, and Serge Grekoff and Valonne are coming, and it will be quite amusing."
"No, they're all strangers." "There, now! ... That means I have to go to the morgue. When did they bring her, now?" "On Saturday, grandpa," and Tamara at this got out her purse. "Saturday, in the daytime. There's something for tobacco for you, my dear sir!" "That's the way! Saturday, you say in the daytime? And what did she have on?"
"I like the story of Ivan the Terrible putting his jolly old alpenstock through the fellow's foot on the stairs when he came with the letter," Jack said. "Sensible sort of thing to do. Kept the messenger in place." Meanwhile Tamara was conversing in a lower voice with Stephen Strong. "The more you stay in this country, the more it fascinates you," he said.
Tamara and Gladishev again sat down side by side. "Well, really, how is it that Jennechka isn't coming by now?" asked Kolya impatiently. Tamara quickly gave Verka a look with a question, incomprehensible to the uninitiated, in her eyes. Verka quickly lowered her eyelashes. This signified: yes, he is gone. "I'll go right away and call her," said Tamara.
Her godmother found her there still as an image when presently she came to ask after her health. "Tamara! dearest child. You worry me dreadfully. Confide in me, little one. Tell me what has happened?" and she placed her kind arms around her goddaughter's shoulders and caressed and comforted her. Tamara shivered, and then stood up. "I am going to marry Gritzko, Marraine," she said.
After a while the Princess left her, they having come to the agreement that Tamara should do all that she could to keep the peace; but when she was alone she decided to speak to Gritzko as little as possible herself, and to ignore him completely. There would be no Boris and no one to make him jealous.
"And tomorrow is Friday, and there are yet five days. Well, we must contrive to show you some more scenes of our uncivilized country, and perhaps after all you won't go." Tamara laughed with gay scorn. She put out her little foot and tapped the edge of the great stove. "For once I shall do as I please, Prince. I shall not ask your leave!"
The Prince and Countess Olga and another officer, who had joined them, were all chaffing gaily while they smoked their cigarettes, but Gritzko appeared to be aware of everything that was passing, for he suddenly bent over and whispered to Tamara: "Madame, when you have been here long enough you will learn never to see what you do not wish." Then he turned back to the others, and laughed again.
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