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His Hour

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"How dreadful!" force of habit made Tamara say, while her thoughts

unconsciously ran into interested fascination.

"He is absolutely fearless, and as cool as an Englishman, and there are

not any mean things told about him, though," Steven Strong continued,

"and indeed sometimes he lives the simplest country life with his

horses and dogs, and his own people worship him, I believe. But there

is no wildest prank he is incapable of if his blood is up."

"I think he looks like it," said Tamara. "Is it because he habitually

wears uniform that his ordinary clothes fit so badly? To our eyes he

seems dressed like some commis voyageur."

"Of course," said Stephen Strong. "And even in Paris I don't suppose

you would approve of him in that respect, but if you could see him in

Petersburg, then I believe you would be like all the rest."

"All which rest?" asked Tamara.

"Women. They simply adore him. Bohemians, great ladies, actresses,

dancers, and----"

He was just going to mention those of another world, when he felt

Tamara would hardly understand him, so he stopped short.

Something in her rose up in arms.

"It shows how foolish they are," she said.

Stephen Strong glanced at her sideways, and if she could have read his

thoughts they were: "This sweet Englishwoman is under Gritzko's spell already, and how she

is battling against it! She won't have a chance, though, if he makes up

his mind to win."

But Tamara, for all her gentle features, was no weakling; only her life

had been a long hibernation; and now the spring had come, and soon the

time of the finding of honey and a new life.

"What can he be talking about to my friend, Mr. Strong?" she asked, as

the two passed again. "Millicent is one of the last women he can have

anything in common with; she would simply die of horror if she heard

any of these stories--and he can't be interested in a word she says."

"He always does the unexpected," and Stephen Strong laughed as he said

it. He himself was amused at this ill-matched pair.

"Mrs. Hardcastle is agreeable to look at, too," he continued.

Tamara smiled scornfully.

"That is the lowest view to take. One should be above material

appearance."

"Charming lady!" said Stephen Strong. "Yes, indeed you do not know the

world."

Tamara was not angry. She looked at him and smiled, showing her

beautiful teeth.

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