Fyodor Dostoevsky

she added, "I can see no difference between you and the Baron;

nor can I bear that German visage of yours." Upon this the

landlord bowed and departed, though he could not have understood

the Grandmother's compliment.

"Pardon me, Madame," the General continued with a sneer, "but

are duels really feasible?"

"Why not? All men are crowing cocks, and that is why they

quarrel. YOU, though, I perceive, are a blockhead--a man who does

not even know how to carry his breeding. Lift me up. Potapitch,

see to it that you always have TWO bearers ready. Go and arrange

for their hire. But we shall not require more than two, for I

shall need only to be carried upstairs. On the level or in the

street I can be WHEELED along. Go and tell them that, and pay

them in advance, so that they may show me some respect. You too,

Potapitch, are always to come with me, and YOU, Alexis

Ivanovitch, are to point out to me this Baron as we go along, in

order that I may get a squint at the precious 'Von.' And where

is that roulette played?"

I explained to her that the game was carried on in the salons of

the Casino; whereupon there ensued a string of questions as to

whether there were many such salons, whether many people played

in them, whether those people played a whole day at a time, and

whether the game was managed according to fixed rules. At length,

I thought it best to say that the most advisable course would be

for her to go and see it for herself, since a mere description

of it would be a difficult matter.

"Then take me straight there," she said, "and do you walk on

in front of me, Alexis Ivanovitch."

"What, mother? Before you have so much as rested from your

journey?" the General inquired with some solicitude. Also, for

some reason which I could not divine, he seemed to be growing

nervous; and, indeed, the whole party was evincing signs of

confusion, and exchanging glances with one another. Probably

they were thinking that it would be a ticklish--even an

embarrassing--business to accompany the Grandmother to the

Casino, where, very likely, she would perpetrate further

eccentricities, and in public too! Yet on their own initiative

they had offered to escort her!

"Why should I rest?" she retorted. "I am not tired, for I

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