Fyodor Dostoevsky

"But why?"

"Well, I must tell you that she first appeared here in company

with an Italian--a prince of some sort, a man who bore an

historic name (Barberini or something of the kind). The fellow

was simply a mass of rings and diamonds -- real diamonds, too --

and the couple used to drive out in a marvellous carriage. At

first Mlle. Blanche played 'trente et quarante' with fair success,

but, later, her luck took a marked change for the worse. I

distinctly remember that in a single evening she lost an

enormous sum. But worse was to ensue, for one fine morning her

prince disappeared--horses, carriage, and all. Also, the hotel

bill which he left unpaid was enormous. Upon this Mlle. Zelma

(the name which she assumed after figuring as Madame Barberini)

was in despair. She shrieked and howled all over the hotel, and

even tore her clothes in her frenzy. In the hotel there was

staying also a Polish count (you must know that ALL travelling

Poles are counts!), and the spectacle of Mlle. Zelma tearing her

clothes and, catlike, scratching her face with her beautiful,

scented nails produced upon him a strong impression. So the pair

had a talk together, and, by luncheon time, she was consoled.

Indeed, that evening the couple entered the Casino arm-in-arm --

Mlle. Zelma laughing loudly, according to her custom, and

showing even more expansiveness in her manners than she had

before shown. For instance, she thrust her way into the file of

women roulette-players in the exact fashion of those ladies who,

to clear a space for themselves at the tables, push their

fellow-players roughly aside. Doubtless you have noticed them?"

"Yes, certainly."

"Well, they are not worth noticing. To the annoyance of the

decent public they are allowed to remain here--at all events such

of them as daily change 4000 franc notes at the tables (though,

as soon as ever these women cease to do so, they receive an

invitation to depart). However, Mlle. Zelma continued to change

notes of this kind, but her play grew more and more

unsuccessful, despite the fact that such ladies' luck is

frequently good, for they have a surprising amount of cash at

their disposal. Suddenly, the Count too disappeared, even as the

Prince had done, and that same evening Mlle. Zelma was forced to

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