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THE GAMBLER
CHAPTER I
AT last I have come back from my fortnight's absence. Our friends have already been two days in Roulettenburg. I imagined that they were expecting me with the greatest eagerness; I was mistaken, however. TTie General had an extremely independent air, he talked to me condescendingly and sent me away to his sister. I even fancied that the General was a little ashamed to look at me. Marya Filippovna was tremendously -busy and scarcely spoke to me; she took the money, however, counted it, and listened to my whole report. They were expecting Mezentsov, the little Frenchman, and some Englishman; as usual, as soon as there was money there was a di
They had assigned me a little room on the fourth storey of the hotel. They know here that I belong to the Genercd's state. It all looks as though they had managed to impress the people. The General is looked upon by everyone here as a very rich Russian grandee. Even before di
in the park, as far as possible from the Casino. At last he lost his temper completely, and added sharply: "Or else maybe you'll be taking them into the gambling saloon. You must excuse me," he added, "but I know you are still rather thoughtless and capable, perhaps, of gambling. In any case, though, I am not your mentor and have no desire to be, yet I have the right, at any rate, to desire that you will not compromise me, so to speak . . ."
"But I have no money," I said cahnly; "one must have it before one can lose it."
"You shall have it at once," answered the General, flushing a little; he runmiaged in his bureau, looked up in an account book, and it tumai out that he had a hundred and twenty roubles owing me.
"How are we to settle up?" he said. "We must change it into thalers. Come, take a himdred thalers—the rest, of course, won't be lost."
I took the money without a word.
"Please don't be offended by my words, you are so ready to take offence. ... If I did make an observation, it was only, so to speak, by way of warning, and, of course, I have some right to do so. . . ."
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Mile. Blanche, too, is staying at the hotel with her mother; our Frenchman is somewhere in the house, too. The footman calls him "Monsieur le Comte." Mile. Blanche's mother is called "Madame la Comtesse"; well, who knows, they may be Comte and Comtesse.
I felt sure that M. le Comte would not recognise me when we assembled at di
well, however. But I must vionfess I made my appearance at di
I met this strange Enghshman for the first time in the train in Prussia, where we sat opposite to one another, when I was traveUing to join the family; then I came across him as I was going into France, and then again in Switzerland: in the course of that fortnight twice—and now I suddenly met him in Roulettenburg. I never met a man so shy in my life. He is stupidly shy and, of course, is aware of it himself, for he is by ' no means stupid. He is very sweet and gentle, however.- I drew him into talk at our first meeting in Prussia. He told me that he had been that summer at North Cape, and that he was very anxious to visit the fair at Nizhni Novgorod. I don't know how he made acquaintance with the General; I believe that he is hopelessly in love with Polina. When she came in he glowed like a sunset. He was very glad that I was sitting beside him at the table and seemed already to look upon me as his bosom friend.
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I was in a strange mood; of coturse, before we were half through di
I began by suddenly, apropos of nothing, breaking in on the conversation in a loud voice. What I longed to do above edl things was to be abusive to the Frenchman. I turned round to the General and very loudly and distinctly, I believe, interrupted him. I observed that this summer it was utterly impossible for a Russian to dine at table d'hote. The General turned upon me an astonished stare.
"Tf you are a self-respecting man," I went on, "you will certainly be inviting abuse and must put up with affronts to your dignity. In Paris, on the Rhine, even in Switzerland, there are so many little Poles, and French people who sympathise with them, that there's no chance for a Russian to utter a word."
I spoke in French. The General looked at me in amazement. I don't know whether he was angry or simply astonished at my so forgetting myself.
"It seems someone gave you a lesson," said the Frenchman carelessly and contemptuously.
"I had a row for the first time with a Pole in Paris," I answered ;"then with a French officer who took the Pole's part. And then some of the French came over to my side when I told them how I tried to spit in Monseigneur's coffee."
"Spit?" asked the General, with dignified perplexity, and he even looked about him aghast.
The Frenchman sca
"Just so," I answered. "After feeling convinced for two whole days that I might have to pay a brief visit to Rome about our business, I went to the oflB.ce of the Papal Embassy to get my passport viseed. There I was met by a little abb6, a dried-up httle man of about fifty, with a frost-bitten expression. After listening to me politely, but extremely dryly, he asked me to wait a little. Though I was in a hurry, of course I sat down to wait, and took up UOpimon Naiionale and began reading a horribly abusive attack on Russia. Meanwhile, I heard someone in the next room ask to see Monseigneur; I saw my abb6 bow to him. I addressed the same request to him again; he asked me to wait—^more dryly than ever. A Uttle later someone else entered, a stranger, but on business, some Austrian; he was listened to jmd at once conducted upstairs. Then I felt very much vexed; I got up, went to the abb6 and said resolutely that as Monseigneur was receiving, he might settle my business, too. At once the ahhi drew back in great surprise. It was beyond his comprehension that an insignificant Russian should dare to put himself on a level with Monseigneur's guests. As though delighted to have an opportunity of insulting me, he looked me up and down, and shouted in the most insolent tone: 'Can you really suppose that Monseigneur is going to leave his coffee on your account?' Then I shouted, too, but more loudly than he: 'Let me tell you I'm ready to spit in your Mon-