to come to nearly thirteen thousand. How much is that in Russian
   money? Six thousand roubles, I think?"
   However, I calculated that the sum would exceed seven thousand
   roubles--or, at the present rate of exchange, even eight
   thousand.
   "Eight thousand roubles! What a splendid thing! And to think of
   you simpletons sitting there and doing nothing! Potapitch!
   Martha! See what I have won!"
   "How DID you do it, Madame?" Martha exclaimed ecstatically. 
   "Eight thousand roubles!"
   "And I am going to give you fifty gulden apiece. There they
   are."
   Potapitch and Martha rushed towards her to kiss her hand.
   "And to each bearer also I will give a ten-gulden piece. Let
   them have it out of the gold, Alexis Ivanovitch. But why is this
   footman bowing to me, and that other man as well? Are they
   congratulating me? Well, let them have ten gulden apiece."
   "Madame la princesse--Un pauvre expatrie--Malheur continuel--Les
   princes russes sont si genereux!" said a man who for some time
   past had been hanging around the old lady's chair--a personage
   who, dressed in a shabby frockcoat and coloured waistcoat, kept
   taking off his cap, and smiling pathetically.
   "Give him ten gulden," said the Grandmother. "No, give him
   twenty. Now, enough of that, or I shall never get done with you
   all. Take a moment's rest, and then carry me away. Prascovia, I
   mean to buy a new dress for you tomorrow. Yes, and for you too,
   Mlle. Blanche. Please translate, Prascovia."
   "Merci, Madame," replied Mlle. Blanche gratefully as she
   twisted her face into the mocking smile which usually she kept
   only for the benefit of De Griers and the General. The latter
   looked confused, and seemed greatly relieved when we reached the
   Avenue.
   "How surprised Theodosia too will be!" went on the Grandmother
   (thinking of the General's nursemaid). "She, like yourselves,
   shall have the price of a new gown. Here, Alexis Ivanovitch!
   Give that beggar something" (a crooked-backed ragamuffin had
   approached to stare at us).
   "But perhaps he is NOT a beggar--only a rascal," I replied.
   "Never mind, never mind. Give him a gulden."
   I approached the beggar in question, and handed him the coin.
   Looking at me in great astonishment, he silently accepted the
   gulden, while from his person there proceeded a strong smell of
   liquor.
   "Have you never tried your luck, Alexis Ivanovitch?"
   "No, Madame."
   "Yet just now I could see that you were burning to do so?"
   "I do mean to try my luck presently."
   "Then stake everything upon zero. You have seen how it ought to
   be done? How much capital do you possess?"
   "Two hundred gulden, Madame."
   "Not very much. See here; I will lend you five hundred if you
   wish. Take this purse of mine." With that she added sharply to
   the General: "But YOU need not expect to receive any."
   This seemed to upset him, but he said nothing, and De Griers
   contented himself by scowling.
   "Que diable!" he whispered to the General. "C'est une
   terrible vieille."
   "Look! Another beggar, another beggar!" exclaimed the
   grandmother. "Alexis Ivanovitch, go and give him a gulden."
   As she spoke I saw approaching us a grey-headed old man with a
   wooden leg--a man who was dressed in a blue frockcoat and
   carrying a staff. He looked like an old soldier. As soon as I
   tendered him the coin he fell back a step or two, and eyed me
   threateningly.
   "Was ist der Teufel!" he cried, and appended thereto a round
   dozen of oaths.
   "The man is a perfect fool!" exclaimed the Grandmother, waving
   her hand. "Move on now, for I am simply famished. When we have
   lunched we will return to that place."
   "What?" cried I. "You are going to play again?"
   "What else do you suppose?" she retorted. "Are you going only
   to sit here, and grow sour, and let me look at you?"
   "Madame," said De Griers confidentially, "les chances peuvent
   tourner. Une seule mauvaise chance, et vous perdrez tout--surtout
   avec votre jeu. C'etait terrible!"
   "Oui; vous perdrez absolument," put in Mlle. Blanche.
   "What has that got to do with YOU?" retorted the old lady. 
   "It is not YOUR money that I am going to lose; it is my own. And
   where is that Mr. Astley of yours?" she added to myself.
   "He stayed behind in the Casino."
   "What a pity! He is such a nice sort of man!"
   Arriving home, and meeting the landlord on the staircase, the
   Grandmother called him to her side, and boasted to him of her
   winnings--thereafter doing the same to Theodosia, and conferring
   upon her thirty gulden; after which she bid her serve luncheon.
   The meal over, Theodosia and Martha broke into a joint flood of
   ecstasy.
   "I was watching you all the time, Madame," quavered Martha, 
   "and I asked Potapitch what mistress was trying to do. And, my
   word! the heaps and heaps of money that were lying upon the
   table! Never in my life have I seen so much money. And there
   were gentlefolk around it, and other gentlefolk sitting down. So,
   I asked Potapitch where all these gentry had come from; for,
   thought I, maybe the Holy Mother of God will help our mistress
   among them. Yes, I prayed for you, Madame, and my heart died
   within me, so that I kept trembling and trembling. The Lord be
   with her, I thought to myself; and in answer to my prayer He has
   now sent you what He has done! Even yet I tremble--I tremble to
   think of it all."
   "Alexis Ivanovitch," said the old lady, "after luncheon,--that
   is to say, about four o'clock--get ready to go out with me again.
   But in the meanwhile, good-bye. Do not forget to call a doctor,
   for I must take the waters. Now go and get rested a little."
   I left the Grandmother's presence in a state of bewilderment.
   Vainly I endeavoured to imagine what would become of our party,
   or what turn the affair would next take. I could perceive that
   none of the party had yet recovered their presence of mind--least
   of all the General. The factor of the Grandmother's appearance in 
   place of the hourly expected telegram to announce her death
   (with, of course, resultant legacies) had so upset the whole
   scheme of intentions and projects that it was with a decided
   feeling of apprehension and growing paralysis that the
   conspirators viewed any future performances of the old lady at
   roulette. Yet this second factor was not quite so important as
   the first, since, though the Grandmother had twice declared that
   she did not intend to give the General any money, that
   declaration was not a complete ground for the abandonment of
   hope. Certainly De Griers, who, with the General, was up to the
   neck in the affair, had not wholly lost courage; and I felt sure
   that Mlle. Blanche also--Mlle. Blanche who was not only as
   deeply involved as the other two, but also expectant of becoming
   Madame General and an important legatee--would not lightly
   surrender the position, but would use her ev 
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   coquetry upon the old lady, in order to afford a contrast to the
   impetuous Polina, who was difficult to understand, and lacked
   the art of pleasing. 
   Yet now, when
   the Grandmother had just performed an astonishing feat at
   roulette; now, when the old lady's personality had been so
   clearly and typically revealed as that of a rugged, arrogant
   woman who was "tombee en enfance"; now, when everything
   appeared to be lost,--why, now the Grandmother was as merry as a
   child which plays with thistle-down. "Good Lord!" I thought
   with, may God forgive me, a most malicious smile, "every
   ten-gulden piece which the Grandmother staked must have raised a
   blister on the General's heart, and maddened De Griers, and
   driven Mlle. de Cominges almost to frenzy with the sight of this
   spoon dangling before her lips." Another factor is the
   circumstance that even when, overjoyed at winning, the
   Grandmother was distributing alms right and left, and 
   taking every one to be a beggar, she again snapped
   out to the General that he was not going to be allowed any of
   her money-- which meant that the old lady had quite made up her
   mind on the point, and was sure of it. Yes, danger loomed ahead.
   All these thoughts passed through my mind during the few moments
   that, having left the old lady's rooms, I was ascending to my own 
   room on the top storey. What most struck me was the fact that, 
   though I had divined the chief, the stoutest, threads which 
   united the various actors in the drama, I had, until now, been 
   ignorant of the methods and secrets of the game. For Polina had
   never been completely open with me. Although, on occasions, it
   had happened that involuntarily, as it were, she had revealed 
   to me something of her heart, I had noticed that in most 
   cases--in fact, nearly always--she had either laughed away these
   revelations, or grown confused, or purposely imparted to them 
   a false guise. Yes, she must have concealed a great deal from me. 
   But, I had a presentiment that now the end of this strained and 
   mysterious situation was approaching. Another stroke, and all 
   would be finished and exposed. Of my own fortunes, interested 
   though I was in the affair, I took no account. I was in the 
   strange position of possessing but two hundred gulden, of being 
   at a loose end, of lacking both a post, the means of subsistence, 
   a shred of hope, and any plans for the future, yet of caring 
   nothing for these things. Had not my mind been so full of Polina, 
   I should have given myself up to the comical piquancy of the 
   impending denouement, and laughed my fill at it. But the thought 
   of Polina was torture to me. That her fate was settled I already 
   had an inkling; yet that was not the thought which was giving me 
   so much uneasiness. What I really wished for was to penetrate her 
   secrets. I wanted her to come to me and say, " I love you, " and, 
   if she would not so come, or if to hope that she would ever do so 
   was an unthinkable absurdity--why, then there was nothing else for 
   me to want. Even now I do not know what I am wanting. I feel like 
   a man who has lost his way. I yearn but to be in her presence, and 
   within the circle of her light and splendour--to be there now, and 
   forever, and for the whole of my life. More I do not know. How 
   can I ever bring myself to leave her?
   On reaching the third storey of the hotel I experienced a shock. 
   I was just passing the General's suite when something caused me 
   to look round. Out of a door about twenty paces away there was 
   coming Polina! She hesitated for a moment on seeing me, and 
   then beckoned me to her.
   "Polina Alexandrovna!"
   "Hush! Not so loud."
   "Something startled me just now," I whispered, "and I looked 
   round, and saw you. Some electrical influence seems to emanate 
   from your form."
   "Take this letter," she went on with a frown (probably she had 
   not even heard my words, she was so preoccupied), "and hand it 
   personally to Mr. Astley. Go as quickly as ever you can, please. 
   No answer will be required. He himself--" She did not finish her 
   sentence.
   "To Mr. Astley?" I asked, in some astonishment.
   But she had vanished again.
   Aha! So the two were carrying on a correspondence! However, I
   set off to search for Astley--first at his hotel, and then at 
   the Casino, where I went the round of the salons in vain. At 
   length, vexed, and almost in despair, I was on my way home 
   when I ran across him among a troop of English ladies and 
   gentlemen who had been out for a ride. Beckoning to him to 
   stop, I handed him the letter. We had barely time even to look 
   at one another, but I suspected that it was of set purpose 
   that he restarted his horse so quickly.
   Was jealousy, then, gnawing at me? At all events, I felt 
   exceedingly depressed, despite the fact that I had no desire 
   to ascertain what the correspondence was about. To think that 
   HE should be her confidant! "My friend, mine own familiar 
   friend!" passed through my mind. Yet WAS there any love in 
   the matter? "Of course not," reason whispered to me. But 
   reason goes for little on such occasions. I felt that the 
   matter must be cleared up, for it was becoming unpleasantly 
   complex.
   I had scarcely set foot in the hotel when the commissionaire 
   and the landlord (the latter issuing from his room for the 
   purpose) alike informed me that I was being searched for high 
   and low--that three separate messages to ascertain my 
   whereabouts had come down from the General. When I entered his 
   study I was feeling anything but kindly disposed. I found 
   there the General himself, De Griers, and Mlle. Blanche, but 
   not Mlle.'s mother, who was a person whom her reputed 
   daughter used only for show purposes, since in all matters of 
   business the daughter fended for herself, and it is unlikely 
   that the mother knew anything about them.
   Some very heated discussion was in progress, and meanwhile the 
   door of the study was open--an unprecedented circumstance. As 
   I approached the portals I could hear loud voices raised, for 
   mingled with the pert, venomous accents of De Griers were 
   Mlle. Blanche's excited, impudently abusive tongue and the 
   General's plaintive wail as, apparently, he sought to justify 
   himself in something. But on my appearance every one stopped 
   speaking, and tried to put a better face upon matters. De 
   Griers smoothed his hair, and twisted his angry face into a 
   smile--into the mean, studiedly polite French smile which I so 
   detested; while the downcast, perplexed General assumed an air 
   of dignity--though only in a mechanical way. On the other hand, 
   Mlle. Blanche did not trouble to conceal the wrath that was 
   sparkling in her countenance, but bent her gaze upon me with 
   an air of impatient expectancy. I may remark that hitherto 
   she had treated me with absolute superciliousness, and, so far 
    
					     					 			from answering my salutations, had always ignored them.
   "Alexis Ivanovitch," began the General in a tone of 
   affectionate upbraiding, "may I say to you that I find it 
   strange, exceedingly strange, that--In short, your conduct 
   towards myself and my family--In a word, your-er-extremely"
   " Eh! Ce n'est pas ca," interrupted De Griers in a tone of 
   impatience and contempt (evidently he was the ruling spirit 
   of the conclave). "Mon cher monsieur, notre general se 
   trompe. What he means to say is that he warns you--he begs of 
   you most eamestly--not to ruin him. I use the expression 
   because--"
   "Why? Why?" I interjected.
   "Because you have taken upon yourself to act as guide to this, 
   to this--how shall I express it?--to this old lady, a cette 
   pauvre terrible vieille. But she will only gamble away all 
   that she has--gamble it away like thistledown. You yourself have 
   seen her play. Once she has acquired the taste for gambling, 
   she will never leave the roulette-table, but, of sheer 
   perversity and temper, will stake her all, and lose it. In 
   cases such as hers a gambler can never be torn away from the 
   game; and then--and then--"
   "And then," asseverated the General, "you will have ruined 
   my whole family. I and my family are her heirs, for she has 
   no nearer relatives than ourselves. I tell you frankly that 
   my affairs are in great--very great disorder; how much they are 
   so you yourself are partially aware. If she should lose a 
   large sum, or, maybe, her whole fortune, what will become of 
   us--of my children" (here the General exchanged a glance 
   with De Griers)" or of me? "(here he looked at Mlle. 
   Blanche, who turned her head contemptuously away). "Alexis 
   Ivanovitch, I beg of you to save us."
   "Tell me, General, how am I to do so? On what footing do I 
   stand here?"
   "Refuse to take her about. Simply leave her alone."
   "But she would soon find some one else to take my place?"
   "Ce n'est pas ca, ce n'est pas ca," again interrupted De 
   Griers. "Que diable! Do not leave her alone so much as 
   advise her, persuade her, draw her away. In any case do not 
   let her gamble; find her some counter-attraction."
   "And how am I to do that? If only you would undertake the 
   task, Monsieur de Griers! " I said this last as innocently as 
   possible, but at once saw a rapid glance of excited 
   interrogation pass from Mlle. Blanche to De Griers, while in 
   the face of the latter also there gleamed something which he 
   could not repress.
   "Well, at the present moment she would refuse to accept my 
   services," said he with a gesture. "But if, later--"
   Here he gave Mlle. Blanche another glance which was full of 
   meaning; whereupon she advanced towards me with a bewitching 
   smile, and seized and pressed my hands. Devil take it, but how 
   that devilish visage of hers could change! At the present 
   moment it was a visage full of supplication, and as gentle in 
   its expression as that of a smiling, roguish infant. 
   Stealthily, she drew me apart from the rest as though the more 
   completely to separate me from them; and, though no harm came 
   of her doing so--for it was merely a stupid manoeuvre, and no 
   more--I found the situation very unpleasant.
   The General hastened to lend her his support.
   "Alexis Ivanovitch," he began, "pray pardon me for having 
   said what I did just now--for having said more than I meant to 
   do. I beg and beseech you, I kiss the hem of your garment, as 
   our Russian saying has it, for you, and only you, can save us. 
   I and Mlle. de Cominges, we all of us beg of you-- But you 
   understand, do you not? Surely you understand?" and with his 
   eyes he indicated Mlle. Blanche. Truly he was cutting a 
   pitiful figure!
   At this moment three low, respectful knocks sounded at the 
   door; which, on being opened, revealed a chambermaid, with 
   Potapitch behind her--come from the Grandmother to request