His Hour

Tamara looked her sympathy, while she murmured a few words. Princess

Sonia was such a sweet and charming lady.

More visitors now came in, and they all drank their coffee and tea, but

the Prince paid no attention to any one beyond casual greetings; he

continued his absorbing conversation with his small friends.

Tamara was surprised at this new side of him. It touched her. And he

was such a gloriously good-looking picture as he sat there in his

scarlet coat, while Marie played with the silver cartridges across his

breast, and Peter with his dagger.

When she and Countess Olga left to catch an early afternoon train he

came too. He had to be back in Petersburg, he said. Nothing could look

more desolate than the tracts of country seen from the train windows,

so near the capital and yet wild, uncultivated spaces, part almost like

a marsh. There seemed to be nothing living but the lonely soldiers who

guarded the Royal line a hundred yards or so off. It depressed Tamara

as she gazed out, and she unconsciously sighed, while a sad look came

into her eyes.

The Prince and Countess Olga and another officer, who had joined them,

were all chaffing gaily while they smoked their cigarettes, but Gritzko

appeared to be aware of everything that was passing, for he suddenly

bent over and whispered to Tamara: "Madame, when you have been here long enough you will learn never to

see what you do not wish." Then he turned back to the others, and

laughed again.

What did he mean? she wondered. Were there many things then to which

one must shut one's eyes?

She now caught part of the conversation that was going on.

"But why won't you come, Gritzko?" Countess Olga was saying. "It will

be most amusing--and the prizes are lovely, Tatiane, who has seen them,

says."

"I?--to be glued to a bridge table for three solid evenings. Mon Dieu!"

the Prince cried. "Having to take what partner falls to one's lot! No

choice! My heavens! nothing would drag me. Whatever game I play in

life, I will select my lady myself."

"You are tiresome!" Countess Olga said. When they got to the station

the Princess's coupé was waiting, as well as the Gléboff sleigh.

"Good-bye, and a thousand thanks for taking me," Tamara said, and they

waved as Countess Olga drove off. And then the Prince handed her into

the coupé and asked her if she would drop him on the way.

For some time after they were settled under the furs and rushing along,

he seemed very silent, and when Tamara ventured a few remarks he

answered mechanically. At last after a while: "You are going to this bridge tournament at the Varishkine's, I

suppose?" he suddenly said. "It ought to be just your affair."