Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Antonida Vassilievna! O my dearest mother! But how on earth

did you, did you--?" The mutterings of the unhappy General died

away.

I verily believe that if the Grandmother had held her tongue a

few seconds longer she would have had a stroke.

"How on earth did I WHAT?" she exclaimed. "Why, I just got

into the train and came here. What else is the railway meant

for? But you thought that I had turned up my toes and left my

property to the lot of you. Oh, I know ALL about the telegrams

which you have been dispatching. They must have cost you a

pretty sum, I should think, for telegrams are not sent from

abroad for nothing. Well, I picked up my heels, and came here.

Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"

"Oui, madame," assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, je suis si

enchante! Votre sante--c'est un miracle vous voir ici. Une

surprise charmante!"

"Just so. 'Charmante!' I happen to know you as a mountebank,

and therefore trust you no more than THIS." She indicated her

little finger. "And who is THAT?" she went on, turning towards

Mlle. Blanche. Evidently the Frenchwoman looked so becoming in

her riding-habit, with her whip in her hand, that she had made

an impression upon the old lady. "Who is that woman there?"

"Mlle. de Cominges," I said. "And this is her mother, Madame de

Cominges. They also are staying in the hotel."

"Is the daughter married?" asked the old lady, without the

least semblance of ceremony.

"No," I replied as respectfully as possible, but under my

breath.

"Is she good company?"

I failed to understand the question.

"I mean, is she or is she not a bore? Can she speak Russian?

When this De Griers was in Moscow he soon learnt to make himself

understood."

I explained to the old lady that Mlle. Blanche had never visited

Russia.

"Bonjour, then," said Madame, with sudden brusquerie.

"Bonjour, madame," replied Mlle. Blanche with an elegant,

ceremonious bow as, under cover of an unwonted modesty, she

endeavoured to express, both in face and figure, her extreme

surprise at such strange behaviour on the part of the

Grandmother.

"How the woman sticks out her eyes at me! How she mows and

minces!" was the Grandmother's comment. Then she turned

suddenly to the General, and continued: "I have taken up my

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