Sanine

Yourii rubbed his hands and said nothing. It pained him to hear the

dead man spoken of thus.

"Well I can understand why Sarudine did it," said Lialia, "but

Soloveitchik? I never would have thought it possible! What was the

reason?"

"God knows!" replied Ivanoff. "He was always a bit queer."

At that moment Riasantzeff drove up, and meeting Sina Karsavina on the

doorstep, they came upstairs together. Her voice, high-pitched and

anxious, could be heard, and also his jovial, bantering tones that talk

with pretty girls always evoked.

"Anatole Pavlovitch has just come from there," said Sina excitedly.

Riasantzeff followed her, laughing as usual, and endeavouring to light

a cigarette as he entered.

"A nice state of things!" he said gaily. "If this goes on we soon

shan't have any young people left."

Sina sat down without speaking. Her pretty face looked sad and

dejected.

"Now then, tell us all about it," said Ivanoff.

"As I came out of the club last night," began Riasantzeff, "a soldier

rushed up to me and stammered out, 'His Excellency's shot himself!' I

jumped into a droschky and got there as fast as I could. I found

nearly the whole regiment at the house. Sarudine was lying on the bed,

and his tunic was unbuttoned."

"And where did he shoot himself?" asked Lialia, clinging to her lover's

arm.

"In the temple. The bullet went right through his head and hit the

ceiling."

"Was it a Browning?" Yourii asked this.

"Yes. It was an awful sight. The wall was splashed with blood and

brains, and his face was utterly disfigured. Sanine must have given him

a teaser." He laughed. "A tough customer is that lad!"

Ivanoff nodded approvingly.

"He's strong enough, I warrant you."

"Coarse brute!" said Yourii, in disgust.

Sina glanced timidly at him.

"In my opinion it was not his fault," she said. "He couldn't possibly

wait until..."

"Yes, yes," replied Riasantzeff, "but to hit a fellow like that!

Sarudine had challenged him."

"There you go!" exclaimed Ivanoff irritably, as he shrugged his

shoulders.

"If you come to think of it, duelling is absurd!" said Yourii.

"Of course it is!" chimed in Sina.

To his surprise, Yourii noticed that Sina seemed pleased to take

Sanine's part.

"At any rate, it's...." The right phrase failed him wherewith to

disparage Sanine.

"A brutal thing," suggested Riasantzeff.