Fyodor Dostoevsky

limbs--more especially an old woman--be going to rooms which were

set apart only for roulette? On either side of the wheeled chair

walked Polina and Mlle. Blanche--the latter smiling, modestly

jesting, and, in short, making herself so agreeable to the

Grandmother that in the end the old lady relented towards her.

On the other side of the chair Polina had to answer an endless

flow of petty questions--such as "Who was it passed just now?"

"Who is that coming along?" "Is the town a large one?" "Are

the public gardens extensive?" "What sort of trees are those?"

"What is the name of those hills?" "Do I see eagles flying

yonder?" "What is that absurd-looking building?" and so

forth. Meanwhile Astley whispered to me, as he walked by my

side, that he looked for much to happen that morning. Behind the

old lady's chair marched Potapitch and Martha--Potapitch in his

frockcoat and white waistcoat, with a cloak over all, and the

forty-year-old and rosy, but slightly grey-headed, Martha in a

mobcap, cotton dress, and squeaking shoes. Frequently the old

lady would twist herself round to converse with these servants.

As for De Griers, he spoke as though he had made up his mind to

do something (though it is also possible that he spoke in this

manner merely in order to hearten the General, with whom he

appeared to have held a conference). But, alas, the Grandmother

had uttered the fatal words, "I am not going to give you any of

my money;" and though De Griers might regard these words

lightly, the General knew his mother better. Also, I noticed

that De Griers and Mlle. Blanche were still exchanging looks;

while of the Prince and the German savant I lost sight at the

end of the Avenue, where they had turned back and left us.

Into the Casino we marched in triumph. At once, both in the

person of the commissionaire and in the persons of the footmen,

there sprang to life the same reverence as had arisen in the

lacqueys of the hotel. Yet it was not without some curiosity

that they eyed us.

Without loss of time, the Grandmother gave orders that she should

be wheeled through every room in the establishment; of which

apartments she praised a few, while to others she remained

indifferent. Concerning everything, however, she asked

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