Fyodor Dostoevsky

not seen how much I was pained and disturbed by her teasing

insistency, she would never have thought it worthwhile to

soothe me with this frankness--even though, since she not

infrequently used me to execute commissions that were not only

troublesome, but risky, she ought, in my opinion, to have been

frank in ANY case. But, forsooth, it was not worth her while to

trouble about MY feelings--about the fact that I was uneasy, and,

perhaps, thrice as put about by her cares and misfortunes as she

was herself!

For three weeks I had known of her intention to take to

roulette. She had even warned me that she would like me to play

on her behalf, since it was unbecoming for her to play in

person; and, from the tone of her words I had gathered that there

was something on her mind besides a mere desire to win money. As

if money could matter to HER! No, she had some end in view, and

there were circumstances at which I could guess, but which I did

not know for certain. True, the slavery and abasement in which

she held me might have given me (such things often do so) the

power to question her with abrupt directness (seeing that,,

inasmuch as I figured in her eyes as a mere slave and nonentity,

she could not very well have taken offence at any rude

curiosity); but the fact was that, though she let me question

her, she never returned me a single answer, and at times did not

so much as notice me. That is how matters stood.

Next day there was a good deal of talk about a telegram which,

four days ago, had been sent to St. Petersburg, but to which

there had come no answer. The General was visibly disturbed and

moody, for the matter concerned his mother. The Frenchman, too,

was excited, and after dinner the whole party talked long and

seriously together--the Frenchman's tone being extraordinarily

presumptuous and offhand to everybody. It almost reminded one of

the proverb, "Invite a man to your table, and soon he will

place his feet upon it." Even to Polina he was brusque almost to

the point of rudeness. Yet still he seemed glad to join us in

our walks in the Casino, or in our rides and drives about the

town. I had long been aware of certain circumstances which bound

the General to him; I had long been aware that in Russia they

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