Fyodor Dostoevsky

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?"

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