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Updated: June 13, 2025
Tamara still continued to talk to Valonne, and presently they all moved into the box, and the Prince sat down beside her, and again as he leaned over in the shaded light that nameless physical thrill crept over her. Was she really cold, she asked herself. If so, why should she shiver as she was shivering now? "I wonder if you have any heart at all, Madame?" he said.
"You are not insinuating that they have been fighting?" she asked, with a tremble in her voice which she could not control. But Valonne reassured her. "I am insinuating nothing," he said, with a calm smile. "Let us have one more turn before this charming valse stops." And, limp and nerveless, Tamara allowed herself to be whirled around the room; nor could she get anything further out of Valonne.
"Well, my child, I'll do my best," so he relinquished her for the next turn and left her with Valonne, who had just arrived. "Apparently I shall have to go partnerless for the Mazurka," Tamara carelessly said while she watched the Frenchman's face with the corner of her eye. "I was engaged for it to Count Varishkine, and he has never turned up. I do wonder what has happened to him. Do you know?"
"If you will come with Stephen and me, Tantino," the Prince said, "we shall be the lighter load and get there first. Madame Loraine and Olga can go with Serge and Lord Courtray, they will take the blacks; that leaves Valonne for Sonia and her husband. Will this please everyone?" Apparently it did, for thus they started. It was an enchanting drive over the snow.
So Valonne left to be in time for the ball, but this morning, he told me, he found Boris Varishkine had had a shoulder wound which bled very badly and quite prevented his coming, while Gritzko was shot through the flesh of the right arm, and as soon as they could bind it up decently, as you know, he came on." Tamara's face was as white as her pillow.
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