His Hour

Tamara and her godmother did not meet until nearly lunchtime next day.

A little before that meal the Princess came into her room. Tamara was

still in bed, perfectly exhausted with the strain of the night. The

Princess wore an anxious look of care, as she walked from the window to

the dressing table and then back again. Finally she sat down and took

up a glove which was lying on a cushion near.

"Tamara, you saw I talked last night with Valonne, and this morning I

sent for Serge Grekoff, but he would not come, so I got Valonne again."

She paused an instant. "I was extremely worried last night about

Gritzko. I dare say you were not to blame, dear, but--"

"Please tell me, Marraine," and poor Tamara sat up and pushed her hair

back.

"It appears, as far at I can gather, they all dined at the Fontonka

house--Boris Varishkine and Gritzko have always been great friends--and

at the end of dinner--Valonne imagines, because no one is sure what

took place between them at this stage--Gritzko, it is supposed, said to

Boris in quite an amiable way that he did not wish him to dance the

Mazurka with you, but to relinquish his right in his--Gritzko's--

favor."

She paused again, and Tamara's eyes fixed themselves in fascinated fear

on her face. The Princess, after smoothing out the glove in her hand

with a nervous energy, went on: "They had all had quite enough champagne, of course, and apparently

Boris refused, and suggested that they should toss up, and whoever won

the toss should have first shot in the dark."

"Yes," said Tamara faintly.

"You know, dear, our boys are often very wild, and they have a game

they play when they are at the end of their tether for something to do

when quartered in some hopeless outpost--a kind of blind-man's-buff--

only it is all in the dark, and the blind man stands in the middle of

the room and the rest clap hands and then dodge, and he fires his

revolver at the point the sound seems to come from, and the object is

not to get shot. You may have noticed Sasha Basmanoff has no left

thumb? He lost it last year on just such a night."

"Oh! Marraine, how dreadful!" Tamara said.

"It is perhaps not a very civilized game," the Princess continued, "but

we are not discussing that, I am telling you what occurred. Well, from

this point Valonne and the rest were eyewitnesses. Gritzko and Boris,

still laughing in rather a strained way, said they had some slight

difference of opinion to settle, and had decided to do it in the

ballroom, in the dark. I won't go into details of how many steps to the

right or left, the impromptu seconds arranged, only it was settled when

Sasha at one end and Serge at the other should shut the doors they

should both fire, and if in three times neither was shot, both should

give up their claim."