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that nothing else would ever have induced her either to walk

  about with this Frenchwoman or to send me a note not to touch

  the Baron. Yes, it is THERE that the influence lies before which

  everything in the world must bow! Yet she herself it was who

  launched me at the Baron! The devil take it, but I was left no

  choice in the matter."

  "You forget, in the first place, that this Mlle. de Cominges is

  the General's inamorata, and, in the second place, that Mlle.

  Polina, the General's step-daughter, has a younger brother and

  sister who, though they are the General's own children, are

  completely neglected by this madman, and robbed as well."

  "Yes, yes; that is so. For me to go and desert the children now

  would mean their total abandonment; whereas, if I remain, I

  should be able to defend their interests, and, perhaps, to save

  a moiety of their property. Yes, yes; that is quite true. And

  yet, and yet--Oh, I can well understand why they are all so

  interested in the General's mother!"

  "In whom? " asked Mr. Astley.

  "In the old woman of Moscow who declines to die, yet concerning

  whom they are for ever expecting telegrams to notify the fact of

  her death."

  "Ah, then of course their interests centre around her. It is a

  question of succession. Let that but be settled, and the General

  will marry, Mlle. Polina will be set free, and De Griers--"

  "Yes, and De Griers?"

  "Will be repaid his money, which is what he is now waiting for."

  "What? You think that he is waiting for that?"

  "I know of nothing else," asserted Mr. Astley doggedly.

  "But, I do, I do!" I shouted in my fury. "He is waiting also

  for the old woman's will, for the reason that it awards Mlle.

  Polina a dowry. As soon as ever the money is received, she will

  throw herself upon the Frenchman's neck. All women are like

  that. Even the proudest of them become abject slaves where

  marriage is concerned. What Polina is good for is to fall head

  over ears in love. That is MY opinion. Look at her--especially

  when she is sitting alone, and plunged in thought. All this was

  pre-ordained and foretold, and is accursed. Polina could

  perpetrate any mad act. She--she--But who called me by name?" I

  broke off. "Who is shouting for me? I heard some one calling in

  Russian, 'Alexis Ivanovitch!' It was a woman's voice. Listen!"

  At the moment, we were approaching my hotel. We had left the cafe

  long ago, without even noticing that we had done so.

  "Yes, I DID hear a woman's voice calling, but whose I do not

  know. The someone was calling you in Russian. Ah! NOW I can see

  whence the cries come. They come from that lady there--the one

  who is sitting on the settee, the one who has just been escorted

  to the verandah by a crowd of lacqueys. Behind her see that pile

  of luggage! She must have arrived by train."

  "But why should she be calling ME? Hear her calling again! See!

  She is beckoning to us!"

  "Yes, so she is," assented Mr. Astley.

  "Alexis Ivanovitch, Alexis Ivanovitch! Good heavens, what a

  stupid fellow!" came in a despairing wail from the verandah.

  We had almost reached the portico, and I was just setting foot

  upon the space before it, when my hands fell to my sides in limp

  astonishment, and my feet glued themselves to the pavement!

  IX

  For on the topmost tier of the hotel verandah, after being

  carried up the steps in an armchair amid a bevy of footmen,

  maid-servants, and other menials of the hotel, headed by the

  landlord (that functionary had actually run out to meet a

  visitor who arrived with so much stir and din, attended by her

  own retinue, and accompanied by so great a pile of trunks and

  portmanteaux)--on the topmost tier of the verandah, I say, there

  was sitting--THE GRANDMOTHER! Yes, it was she--rich, and imposing,

  and seventy-five years of age--Antonida Vassilievna Tarassevitcha,

  landowner and grande dame of Moscow--the "La Baboulenka" who had

  caused so many telegrams to be sent off and received--who had been

  dying, yet not dying--who had, in her own person, descended upon

  us even as snow might fall from the clouds! Though unable to walk,

  she had arrived borne aloft in an armchair (her mode of conveyance

  for the last five years), as brisk, aggressive, self-satisfied,

  bolt-upright, loudly imperious, and generally abusive as ever.

  In fact, she looked exactly as she had on the only two

  occasions when I had seen her since my appointment to the

  General's household. Naturally enough, I stood petrified with

  astonishment. She had sighted me a hundred paces off! Even while

  she was being carried along in her chair she had recognised me,

  and called me by name and surname (which, as usual, after

  hearing once, she had remembered ever afterwards).

  "And this is the woman whom they had thought to see in her

  grave after making her will!" I thought to myself. "Yet she

  will outlive us, and every one else in the hotel. Good Lord!

  what is going to become of us now? What on earth is to happen to

  the General? She will turn the place upside down!"

  "My good sir," the old woman continued in a stentorian voice,

  "what are you standing THERE for, with your eyes almost falling

  out of your head? Cannot you come and say how-do-you-do? Are you

  too proud to shake hands? Or do you not recognise me? Here,

  Potapitch!" she cried to an old servant who, dressed in a frock

  coat and white waistcoat, had a bald, red head (he was the

  chamberlain who always accompanied her on her journeys). "Just

  think! Alexis Ivanovitch does not recognise me! They have buried

  me for good and all! Yes, and after sending hosts of telegrams

  to know if I were dead or not! Yes, yes, I have heard the whole

  story. I am very much alive, though, as you may see."

  "Pardon me, Antonida Vassilievna," I replied good humouredly as

  I recovered my presence of mind. "I have no reason to wish you

  ill. I am merely rather astonished to see you. Why should I not

  be so, seeing how unexpected--"

  "WHY should you be astonished? I just got into my chair, and

  came. Things are quiet enough in the train, for there is no one

  there to chatter. Have you been out for a walk?"

  "Yes. I have just been to the Casino."

  "Oh? Well, it is quite nice here," she went on as she looked

  about her. "The place seems comfortable, and all the trees are

  out. I like it very well. Are your people at home? Is the

  General, for instance, indoors?"

  "Yes; and probably all of them."

  "Do they observe the convenances, and keep up appearances? Such

  things always give one tone. I have heard that they are keeping

  a carriage, even as Russian gentlefolks ought to do. When

  abroad, our Russian people always cut a dash. Is Prascovia here

  too ?"

  "Yes. Polina Alexandrovna is here."

  "And the Frenchwoman? However, I will go and look for them

  myself. Tell me the nearest way to their rooms. Do you like

  being here?"

  "Yes, I thank you, Antoni
da Vassilievna."

  "And you, Potapitch, you go and tell that fool of a landlord to

  reserve me a suitable suite of rooms. They must be handsomely

  decorated, and not too high up. Have my luggage taken up to

  them. But what are you tumbling over yourselves for? Why are you

  all tearing about? What scullions these fellows are!--Who is that

  with you?" she added to myself.

  "A Mr. Astley," I replied.

  "And who is Mr. Astley?"

  "A fellow-traveller, and my very good friend, as well as an

  acquaintance of the General's."

  "Oh, an Englishman? Then that is why he stared at me without

  even opening his lips. However, I like Englishmen. Now, take me

  upstairs, direct to their rooms. Where are they lodging?"

  Madame was lifted up in her chair by the lacqueys, and I

  preceded her up the grand staircase. Our progress was

  exceedingly effective, for everyone whom we met stopped to stare

  at the cortege. It happened that the hotel had the reputation of

  being the best, the most expensive, and the most aristocratic in

  all the spa, and at every turn on the staircase or in the

  corridors we encountered fine ladies and important-looking

  Englishmen--more than one of whom hastened downstairs to inquire

  of the awestruck landlord who the newcomer was. To all such

  questions he returned the same answer--namely, that the old lady

  was an influential foreigner, a Russian, a Countess, and a

  grande dame, and that she had taken the suite which, during the

  previous week, had been tenanted by the Grande Duchesse de N.

  Meanwhile the cause of the sensation--the Grandmother--was being

  borne aloft in her armchair. Every person whom she met she

  scanned with an inquisitive eye, after first of all

  interrogating me about him or her at the top of her voice. She

  was stout of figure, and, though she could not leave her chair,

  one felt, the moment that one first looked at her, that she was

  also tall of stature. Her back was as straight as a board,

  and never did she lean back in her seat. Also, her large grey

  head, with its keen, rugged features, remained always erect as

  she glanced about her in an imperious, challenging sort of way,

  with looks and gestures that clearly were unstudied. Though she

  had reached her seventy-sixth year, her face was still fresh,

  and her teeth had not decayed. Lastly, she was dressed in a

  black silk gown and white mobcap.

  "She interests me tremendously," whispered Mr. Astley as, still

  smoking, he walked by my side. Meanwhile I was reflecting that

  probably the old lady knew all about the telegrams, and even

  about De Griers, though little or nothing about Mlle. Blanche. I

  said as much to Mr. Astley.

  But what a frail creature is man! No sooner was my first

  surprise abated than I found myself rejoicing in the shock which

  we were about to administer to the General. So much did the

  thought inspire me that I marched ahead in the gayest of

  fashions.

  Our party was lodging on the third floor. Without knocking at

  the door, or in any way announcing our presence, I threw open

  the portals, and the Grandmother was borne through them in

  triumph. As though of set purpose, the whole party chanced at

  that moment to be assembled in the General's study. The time was

  eleven o'clock, and it seemed that an outing of some sort (at

  which a portion of the party were to drive in carriages, and

  others to ride on horseback, accompanied by one or two

  extraneous acquaintances) was being planned. The General was

  present, and also Polina, the children, the latter's nurses, De

  Griers, Mlle. Blanche (attired in a riding-habit), her mother,

  the young Prince, and a learned German whom I beheld for the

  first time. Into the midst of this assembly the lacqueys

  conveyed Madame in her chair, and set her down within three

  paces of the General!

  Good heavens! Never shall I forget the spectacle which ensued!

  Just before our entry, the General had

  been holding forth to the company, with De Griers in support of

  him. I may also mention that, for the last two or three days,

  Mlle. Blanche and De Griers had been making a great deal of the

  young Prince, under the very nose of the poor General. In short,

  the company, though decorous and conventional, was in a gay,

  familiar mood. But no sooner did the Grandmother appear than the

  General stopped dead in the middle of a word, and, with jaw

  dropping, stared hard at the old lady--his eyes almost starting

  out of his head, and his expression as spellbound as though he

  had just seen a basilisk. In return, the Grandmother stared at

  him silently and without moving--though with a look of mingled

  challenge, triumph, and ridicule in her eyes. For ten seconds

  did the pair remain thus eyeing one another, amid the profound

  silence of the company; and even De Griers sat petrified--an

  extraordinary look of uneasiness dawning on his face. As for

  Mlle. Blanche, she too stared wildly at the Grandmother, with

  eyebrows raised and her lips parted-- while the Prince and the

  German savant contemplated the tableau in profound amazement.

  Only Polina looked anything but perplexed or surprised.

  Presently, however, she too turned as white as a sheet, and then

  reddened to her temples. Truly the Grandmother's arrival seemed

  to be a catastrophe for everybody! For my own part, I stood

  looking from the Grandmother to the company, and back again,

  while Mr. Astley, as usual, remained in the background, and

  gazed calmly and decorously at the scene.

  "Well, here I am--and instead of a telegram, too!" the

  Grandmother at last ejaculated, to dissipate the silence.

  "What? You were not expecting me?"

  "Antonida Vassilievna! O my dearest mother! But how on earth

  did you, did you--?" The mutterings of the unhappy General died

  away.

  I verily believe that if the Grandmother had held her tongue a

  few seconds longer she would have had a stroke.

  "How on earth did I WHAT?" she exclaimed. "Why, I just got

  into the train and came here. What else is the railway meant

  for? But you thought that I had turned up my toes and left my

  property to the lot of you. Oh, I know ALL about the telegrams

  which you have been dispatching. They must have cost you a

  pretty sum, I should think, for telegrams are not sent from

  abroad for nothing. Well, I picked up my heels, and came here.

  Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"

  "Oui, madame," assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, je suis si

  enchante! Votre sante--c'est un miracle vous voir ici. Une

  surprise charmante!"

  "Just so. 'Charmante!' I happen to know you as a mountebank,

  and therefore trust you no more than THIS." She indicated her

  little finger. "And who is THAT?" she went on, turning towards

  Mlle. Blanche. Evidently the Frenchwoman looked so becoming in

  her riding-habit, with her whip in her hand, that she had made

  an impression upon the old lady. "Who is that woman there?"

  "M
lle. de Cominges," I said. "And this is her mother, Madame de

  Cominges. They also are staying in the hotel."

  "Is the daughter married?" asked the old lady, without the

  least semblance of ceremony.

  "No," I replied as respectfully as possible, but under my

  breath.

  "Is she good company?"

  I failed to understand the question.

  "I mean, is she or is she not a bore? Can she speak Russian?

  When this De Griers was in Moscow he soon learnt to make himself

  understood."

  I explained to the old lady that Mlle. Blanche had never visited

  Russia.

  "Bonjour, then," said Madame, with sudden brusquerie.

  "Bonjour, madame," replied Mlle. Blanche with an elegant,

  ceremonious bow as, under cover of an unwonted modesty, she

  endeavoured to express, both in face and figure, her extreme

  surprise at such strange behaviour on the part of the

  Grandmother.

  "How the woman sticks out her eyes at me! How she mows and

  minces!" was the Grandmother's comment. Then she turned

  suddenly to the General, and continued: "I have taken up my

  abode here, so am going to be your next-door neighbour. Are you

  glad to hear that, or are you not?"

  "My dear mother, believe me when I say that I am. sincerely

  delighted," returned the General, who had now, to a certain

  extent, recovered his senses; and inasmuch as, when occasion

  arose, he could speak with fluency, gravity, and a certain

  effect, he set himself to be expansive in his remarks, and went

  on: "We have been so dismayed and upset by the news of your

  indisposition! We had received such hopeless telegrams about

  you! Then suddenly--"

  "Fibs, fibs!" interrupted the Grandmother.

  "How on earth, too, did you come to decide upon the journey?"

  continued the General, with raised voice as he hurried to

  overlook the old lady's last remark. "Surely, at your age, and

  in your present state of health, the thing is so unexpected that

  our surprise is at least intelligible. However, I am glad to see

  you (as indeed, are we all"--he said this with a dignified, yet

  conciliatory, smile), "and will use my best endeavours to

  render your stay here as pleasant as possible."

  "Enough! All this is empty chatter. You are talking the usual

  nonsense. I shall know quite well how to spend my time. How did

  I come to undertake the journey, you ask? Well, is there

  anything so very surprising about it? It was done quite simply.

  What is every one going into ecstasies about?--How do you do,

  Prascovia? What are YOU doing here?"

  "And how are YOU, Grandmother?" replied Polina, as she

  approached the old lady. "Were you long on the journey?".

  "The most sensible question that I have yet been asked! Well,

  you shall hear for yourself how it all happened. I lay and lay,

  and was doctored and doctored,; until at last I drove the

  physicians from me, and called in an apothecary from Nicolai who

  had cured an old woman of a malady similar to my own--cured her

  merely with a little hayseed. Well, he did me a great deal of

  good, for on the third day I broke into a sweat, and was able to

  leave my bed. Then my German doctors held another consultation,

  put on their spectacles, and told me that if I would go abroad,

  and take a course of the waters, the indisposition would finally

  pass away. 'Why should it not?' I thought to myself. So I had

  got things ready, and on the following day, a Friday, set out for

  here. I occupied a special compartment in the train, and where

  ever I had to change I found at the station bearers who were

  ready to carry me for a few coppers. You have nice quarters

  here," she went on as she glanced around the room. " But where

  on earth did you get the money for them, my good sir? I thought

  that everything of yours had been mortgaged? This Frenchman

  alone must be your creditor for a good deal. Oh, I know all

  about it, all about it."

  "I-I am surprised at you, my dearest mother," said the General