Fyodor Dostoevsky

some chateau or other. Last night the General told me that for

certain. NOW are you satisfied? "

"Nevertheless, in your place I should marry the Englishman."

"And why?" asked Polina.

"Because, though the Frenchman is the handsomer of the two, he

is also the baser; whereas the Englishman is not only a man of

honour, but ten times the wealthier of the pair."

"Yes? But then the Frenchman is a marquis, and the cleverer of

the two," remarked Polina imperturbably.

"Is that so?" I repeated.

"Yes; absolutely."

Polina was not at all pleased at my questions; I could see that

she was doing her best to irritate me with the brusquerie of her

answers. But I took no notice of this.

"It amuses me to see you grow angry," she continued. "However,

inasmuch as I allow you to indulge in these questions and

conjectures, you ought to pay me something for the privilege."

"I consider that I have a perfect right to put these questions

to you," was my calm retort; "for the reason that I am ready to

pay for them, and also care little what becomes of me."

Polina giggled.

"Last time you told me--when on the Shlangenberg--that at a

word from me you would be ready to jump down a thousand feet

into the abyss. Some day I may remind you of that saying, in

order to see if you will be as good as your word. Yes, you may

depend upon it that I shall do so. I hate you because I have

allowed you to go to such lengths, and I also hate you and still

more--because you are so necessary to me. For the time being I

want you, so I must keep you."

Then she made a movement to rise. Her tone had sounded very

angry. Indeed, of late her talks with me had invariably ended on

a note of temper and irritation--yes, of real temper.

"May I ask you who is this Mlle. Blanche?" I inquired (since I

did not wish Polina to depart without an explanation).

"You KNOW who she is--just Mlle. Blanche. Nothing further has

transpired. Probably she will soon be Madame General--that is to

say, if the rumours that Grandmamma is nearing her end should

prove true. Mlle. Blanche, with her mother and her cousin, the

Marquis, know very well that, as things now stand, we are

ruined."

"And is the General at last in love?"

"That has nothing to do with it. Listen to me. Take these 700

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