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"It's clever enough!" cried Kovroff, pressing his hand with the gay enthusiasm of genuine interest. "For this truth much thanks!" cried Kallash, clinking glasses with him. "It is clever that is the best praise I could receive from you. Let us drink to the success of my scheme!" Three days after this conversation the younger prince Shadursky dined with Sergei Antonovitch Kovroff.
Everything is just right for it, and I am in the humor, too." "What is it to be?" asked Count Kallash indifferently. "You will see in a moment. Do you know that there are underground canals in St. Petersburg?" "In St. Petersburg?" asked Kallash in astonishment. "Yes, in St. Petersburg! A whole series of underground rivers, wide enough for a boat to pass through.
The clever Natasha egged them on, kindling their excitement with all the skill and calculation possible to one whose blood was as cold as the blood of a fish, and both the Shadurskys had lost their heads, no longer knowing how much they were losing. Count Kallash and his sister had just breakfasted when the count's French footman entered the study.
Come this evening to receive the money you spoke of, and to clasp in amity the hand of your devoted friend, VON D." Kallash came about ten o'clock in the evening, and received from Bodlevski the sum of fifty thousand rubles in notes. The baroness was very amiable, and persuaded him to have some tea.
"And what follows from all this?" replied the baroness with a forced smile of contempt. "Much may follow from it," significantly but quietly replied Kallash. "But at present the only important matter is, that I know all. I repeat it all." "Where are your facts?" asked the baroness. "Facts? Hm!" laughed Kallash. "If facts are needed, they will be forthcoming.
The clever Natasha egged them on, kindling their excitement with all the skill and calculation possible to one whose blood was as cold as the blood of a fish, and both the Shadurskys had lost their heads, no longer knowing how much they were losing. Count Kallash and his sister had just breakfasted when the count's French footman entered the study.
That morning he received a note from Kovroff, in which the worthy Sergei complained of ill health and begged the prince to come and dine with him and cheer him up. The prince complied with his request, and appearing at the appointed time found Count Kallash alone with his host.
At this new and almost unknown but high-sounding name, many eyes were turned toward the door through which the newcomer must enter. A hum of talk spread among the guests: "Count Kallash " "Who is he ?" "It is a Hungarian name I think I heard of him somewhere." "Is this his first appearance?" "Who is this Kallash? Oh, yes, one of the old Hungarian families " "How interesting "
Prince Chechevinski, who had already borne many aliases, showed his grief at the old Magyar's death by adopting his name and title; hence it was that he presented himself in St. Petersburg in the season of 1858 under the high-sounding title of Count Kallash.
"Very well, I will compel you to unmask?" "To unmask? What do you mean, count? You forget yourself!" "Well, then, I shall try to make you remember me!" And Kallash turned his back on her and strode from the room. A moment later, and she heard the door close loudly behind him. The baroness had already told Bodlevski of her meeting with Princess Anna, and she now hurried to him for counsel.
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