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I am looking forward to it." "More than fun!" the young man said, with devotion, as he kissed her hand. Then they walked to say goodnight to the hostess, and Gritzko seemed to disappear. But when they got down into the hall they saw him already in his furs. The Princess' footman began to hand Tamara her snowboots and cloak, but Gritzko almost snatched them from the man's hand.
While the reporter had been answering Yarchenko, Tamara quietly got up from her place, walked around the table, and, bending down over Sobashnikov, spoke in a whisper in his ear: "Dearie, sweetie, you'd better not touch this gentleman. Honest to God, it will be better for you, even." "Wass that?" the student looked at her superciliously, fixing his PINCE-NEZ with two spread fingers.
But late in the night the fear of death somehow subsided, grew bearable. All the rooms were occupied, while in the drawing room a new violinist was trilling without cease a free-and-easy, clean-shaven young man, whom the pianist with the cataract had searched out somewhere and brought with him. The appointment of Tamara as housekeeper was received with cold perplexity, with taciturn dryness.
Then she spoke more severely to him in Russian, and he laughed while he answered, and then presently the bandage was done, and standing on tip-toe he looked full at Tamara. "And you think I must not kiss her? Oh! you are a most cruel Tantine! She is sound asleep and would never know, and it would be just one of the things which could cool my fever and help my arm."
Tamara's ire rose again. "I have tried often with my brother Tom, and it always makes me sick. I would be a fool, not a prude, to go on, would not I?" "I am not forcing you to smoke. I like your pretty teeth best as they are!" Rebellion shook Tamara.
He had never been more brilliant, and kept the table in a roar, while much of his conversation was addressed to Tatiane Shébanoff, who sat on his left hand. Tamara appeared as though she were turned into stone. And so the night wore on. It was now four o'clock in the morning. The company all went to the galleries again to watch the departure of the King and Queen.
It contains a comfortable farmer's wife and large family, and though you found it too confoundedly warm in their kitchen you passed a possible night. "Very well," said Tamara with grim meekness. Then there was silence.
"Marie always has to have her own way, but while she is with Gritzko she is generally good," he announced. "How splendidly you speak English!" Tamara said. "And only eight years old! I suppose you can talk French, too, as well as Russian?" "Naturally, of course," he replied, with fine contempt. "But I'll tell you something German I do very badly. We have a German governess, and I hate her.
But I repeat again, that probably you will have to postpone the burial till to-morrow ... Then pardon my unceremoniousness is money needed, perhaps?" "No, thank you!" refused Tamara. "I have money. Thanks for your interest! ... It's time for me to be going. I thank you with all my heart, Ellen Victorovna! ..." "Then expect it in two hours," repeated Ryazanov, escorting her to the door.
That grown-up people could seriously take pleasure in this amazing romp was a new and delightful idea to Tamara. It was a sort of enormous quadrille with numerous figures and farandole, while one sat on a chair between the figures, as at a cotillon. And toward the end the company stamped and cried, and the band sang, and nothing could have been more gay and exciting and wild.
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