Fyodor Dostoevsky

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

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