Fyodor Dostoevsky

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, Antonida 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

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