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Chapter XI |
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The General hastened to lend her his support. "Alexis Ivanovitch," he began, "pray pardon me for having said what I did just now--for having said more than I meant to do. I beg and beseech you, I kiss the hem of your garment, as our Russian saying has it, for you, and only you, can save us. I and Mlle. de Cominges, we all of us beg of you-- But you understand, do you not? Surely you understand?" and with his eyes he indicated Mlle. Blanche. Truly he was cutting a pitiful figure! At this moment three low, respectful knocks sounded at the door; which, on being opened, revealed a chambermaid, with Potapitch behind her--come from the Grandmother to request that I should attend her in her rooms. "She is in a bad humour," added Potapitch. The time was half-past three. "My mistress was unable to sleep," explained Potapitch; "so, after tossing about for a while, she suddenly rose, called for her chair, and sent me to look for you. She is now in the verandah." "Quelle megere!" exclaimed De Griers. True enough, I found Madame in the hotel verandah -much put about at my delay, for she had been unable to contain herself until four o'clock. "Lift me up," she cried to the bearers, and once more we set out for the roulette-salons. |
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