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I went out of the study, and I don't know what answer Orlov received. Whatever it was, Polya remained. After that Zinaida Fyodorovna never applied to her for anything, and evidently tried to dispense with her services. When Polya handed her anything or even passed by her, jingling her bangle and rustling her skirts, she shuddered.
'He wants to show how good he is now, Lushin whispered to me. We soon broke up. A mood of reverie seemed to have come upon Zinaida; the old princess sent word that she had a headache; Nirmatsky began to complain of his rheumatism.... I could not for a long while get to sleep. I had been impressed by Zinaida's story.
I was crimson with anger, but Zinaida hurriedly laid a hand on my shoulder, and getting up, said in a rather shaky voice: 'I have never given your excellency the right to be rude, and therefore I will ask you to leave us. She pointed to the door. 'Upon my word, princess, muttered Malevsky, and he turned quite pale. 'The princess is right, cried Byelovzorov, and he too rose.
I believe that if Gruzin or Pekarsky had asked Orlov to dismiss Polya he would have done so without the slightest hesitation, without troubling about any explanations. He was easily persuaded, like all indifferent people. But in his relations with Zinaida Fyodorovna he displayed for some reason, even in trifles, an obstinacy which sometimes was almost irrational.
'What an intolerable person! he keeps interrupting ... who doesn't like flattery? 'One more last question, observed Malevsky, 'has the queen a husband? 'I hadn't thought about that. No, why should she have a husband? 'To be sure, assented Malevsky, 'why should she have a husband? 'Silence! cried Meidanov in French, which he spoke very badly. 'Merci! Zinaida said to him.
She pricked it, and he did in fact begin to laugh,... and she laughed, thrusting the pin in pretty deeply, and peeping into his eyes, which he vainly strove to keep in other directions.... I understood least of all the relations existing between Zinaida and Count Malevsky.
The kitten having had enough began to purr and move its paws affectedly. Zinaida got up, and turning to the maid said carelessly, 'Take it away. 'For the kitten your little hand, said the hussar, with a simper and a shrug of his strongly-built frame, which was tightly buttoned up in a new uniform. 'Both, replied Zinaida, and she held out her hands to him.
We had nothing in the flat. I went to the restaurant and brought him the ordinary rouble dinner. "To your health, my dear," he said to Zinaida Fyodorovna, and he tossed off a glass of vodka. "My little girl, your godchild, sends you her love. Poor child! she's rickety. Ah, children, children!" he sighed. "Whatever you may say, Godmother, it is nice to be a father.
The sergeant turned to her with a wink and asked: "Now tell me, my beauty, have you a runaway boy from town here? His mother is looking for him, and she's notified the police. If he's here with you, we've got to return him to town." "Yes," said Zinaida. "A town boy did spend a week with us here. We sent him home only to-day. He's very likely with his mother now."
Then I will tell you what happened the following Thursday. That day Zinaida Fyodorovna dined at Content's or Donon's. Orlov returned home alone, and Zinaida Fyodorovna, as I learnt afterwards, went to the Petersburg Side to spend with her old governess the time visitors were with us. Orlov did not care to show her to his friends.
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