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CANNOT be got away from that roulette. You are simply telling

lies. This very day I mean to go and see for myself what

roulette is like. Prascovia, tell me what there is to be seen

here; and do you, Alexis Ivanovitch, show me everything; and do

you, Potapitch, make me a list of excursions. What IS there to be

seen?" again she inquired of Polina.
"There is a ruined castle, and the Shlangenberg."
"The Shlangenberg? What is it? A forest?"
"No, a mountain on the summit of which there is a place fenced

off. From it you can get a most beautiful view."


"Could a chair be carried up that mountain of yours?"
"Doubtless we could find bearers for the purpose," I interposed.
At this moment Theodosia, the nursemaid, approached the old lady

with the General's children.


"No, I DON'T want to see them," said the Grandmother. "I hate

kissing children, for their noses are always wet. How

are you getting on, Theodosia?"
"I am very well, thank you, Madame," replied the nursemaid.

"And how is your ladyship? We have been feeling so anxious about

you!"
"Yes, I know, you simple soul--But who are those other guests?"

the old lady continued, turning again to Polina. "For instance,

who is that old rascal in the spectacles?"
"Prince Nilski, Grandmamma," whispered Polina.
"Oh, a Russian? Why, I had no idea that he could understand me!

Surely he did not hear what I said? As for Mr. Astley, I have

seen him already, and I see that he is here again. How do you

do?" she added to the gentleman in question.


Mr. Astley bowed in silence
"Have you NOTHING to say to me?" the old lady went on. "Say

something, for goodness' sake! Translate to him, Polina."


Polina did so.
"I have only to say," replied Mr. Astley gravely, but also with

alacrity, "that I am indeed glad to see you in such good

health." This was interpreted to the Grandmother, and she seemed

much gratified.


"How well English people know how to answer one!" she remarked.

"That is why I like them so much better than French. Come

here," she added to Mr. Astley. "I will try not to bore you too

much. Polina, translate to him that I am staying in rooms on a

lower floor. Yes, on a lower floor," she repeated to Astley,

pointing downwards with her finger.


Astley looked pleased at receiving the invitation.
Next, the old lady scanned Polina, from head to foot with minute

attention.


"I could almost have liked you, Prascovia," suddenly she

remarked, "for you are a nice girl--the best of the lot. You

have some character about you. I too have character. Turn round.

Surely that is not false hair that you are wearing?"


"No, Grandmamma. It is my own."
"Well, well. I do not like the stupid fashions of today. You

are very good looking. I should have fallen in love with you if

I had been a man. Why do you not get married? It is time now

that I was going. I want to walk, yet I always have to ride. Are

you still in a bad temper?" she added to the General.
"No, indeed," rejoined the now mollified General.
"I quite understand that at your time of life--"
"Cette vieille est tombee en enfance," De Griers whispered to

me.
"But I want to look round a little," the old lady added to the

General. Will you lend me Alexis Ivanovitch for the purpose?
"As much as you like. But I myself--yes, and Polina and Monsieur

de Griers too--we all of us hope to have the pleasure of

escorting you."
"Mais, madame, cela sera un plaisir," De Griers commented with

a bewitching smile.


"'Plaisir' indeed! Why, I look upon you as a perfect fool,

monsieur." Then she remarked to the General: "I am not going to

let you have any of my money. I must be off to my rooms now, to

see what they are like. Afterwards we will look round a little.

Lift me up."
Again the Grandmother was borne aloft and carried down the

staircase amid a perfect bevy of followers--the General walking

as though he had been hit over the head with a cudgel, and De

Griers seeming to be plunged in thought. Endeavouring to be left

behind, Mlle. Blanche next thought better of it, and followed

the rest, with the Prince in her wake. Only the German savant

and Madame de Cominges did not leave the General's apartments.

X
At spas--and, probably, all over Europe--hotel landlords and

managers are guided in their allotment of rooms to visitors, not

so much by the wishes and requirements of those visitors, as by

their personal estimate of the same. It may also be said that

these landlords and managers seldom make a mistake. To the

Grandmother, however, our landlord, for some reason or another,

allotted such a sumptuous suite that he fairly overreached

himself; for he assigned her a suite consisting of four

magnificently appointed rooms, with bathroom, servants'

quarters, a separate room for her maid, and so on. In fact,

during the previous week the suite had been occupied by no less

a personage than a Grand Duchess: which circumstance was duly

explained to the new occupant, as an excuse for raising the

price of these apartments. The Grandmother had herself carried--

or, rather, wheeled--through each room in turn, in order that she

might subject the whole to a close and attentive scrutiny; while

the landlord--an elderly, bald-headed man--walked respectfully by

her side.
What every one took the Grandmother to be I do not know, but it

appeared, at least, that she was accounted a person not only of

great importance, but also, and still more, of great wealth; and

without delay they entered her in the hotel register as "Madame

la Generale, Princesse de Tarassevitcheva," although she had

never been a princess in her life. Her retinue, her reserved

compartment in the train, her pile of unnecessary trunks,

portmanteaux, and strong-boxes, all helped to increase her

prestige; while her wheeled chair, her sharp tone and voice, her

eccentric questions (put with an air of the most overbearing and

unbridled imperiousness), her whole figure--upright, rugged, and

commanding as it was--completed the general awe in which she was

held. As she inspected her new abode she ordered her chair to be

stopped at intervals in order that, with finger extended towards

some article of furniture, she might ply the respectfully

smiling, yet secretly apprehensive, landlord with unexpected

questions. She addressed them to him in French, although her

pronunciation of the language was so bad that sometimes I had to

translate them. For the most part, the landlord's answers were

unsatisfactory, and failed to please her; nor were the questions

themselves of a practical nature, but related, generally, to God

knows what.


For instance, on one occasion she halted before a picture which,

a poor copy of a well-known original, had a mythological subject.


"Of whom is this a portrait?" she inquired.
The landlord explained that it was probably that of a countess.
"But how know you that?" the old lady retorted.
"You live here, yet you cannot say for certain! And why is the

picture there at all? And why do its eyes look so crooked?"


To all these questions the landlord could return no satisfactory

reply, despite his floundering endeavours.


"The blockhead!" exclaimed the Grandmother in Russian.
Then she proceeded on her way--only to repeat the same story in

front of a Saxon statuette which she had sighted from afar, and

had commanded, for some reason or another, to be brought to her.

Finally, she inquired of the landlord what was the value of the

carpet in her bedroom, as well as where the said carpet had been

manufactured; but, the landlord could do no more than promise to

make inquiries.
"What donkeys these people are!" she commented. Next, she

turned her attention to the bed.


"What a huge counterpane!" she exclaimed. "Turn it back,

please." The lacqueys did so.


"Further yet, further yet," the old lady cried. "Turn it RIGHT

back. Also, take off those pillows and bolsters, and lift up the

feather bed."
The bed was opened for her inspection.
"Mercifully it contains no bugs," she remarked.
"Pull off the whole thing, and then put on my own pillows and

sheets. The place is too luxurious for an old woman like myself.

It is too large for any one person. Alexis Ivanovitch, come and

see me whenever you are not teaching your pupils,"


"After tomorrow I shall no longer be in the General's

service," I replied, "but merely living in the hotel on my own

account."
"Why so?"
"Because, the other day, there arrived from Berlin a German and

his wife--persons of some importance; and, it chanced that, when

taking a walk, I spoke to them in German without having properly

compassed the Berlin accent."


"Indeed?"
"Yes: and this action on my part the Baron held to be an

insult, and complained about it to the General, who yesterday

dismissed me from his employ."
"But I suppose you must have threatened that precious Baron, or

something of the kind? However, even if you did so, it was a

matter of no moment."
"No, I did not. The Baron was the aggressor by raising his

stick at me."


Upon that the Grandmother turned sharply to the General.
"What? You permitted yourself to treat your tutor thus, you

nincompoop, and to dismiss him from his post? You are a

blockhead--an utter blockhead! I can see that clearly."
"Do not alarm yourself, my dear mother," the General replied

with a lofty air--an air in which there was also a tinge of

familiarity. "I am quite capable of managing my own affairs.

Moreover, Alexis Ivanovitch has not given you a true account of

the matter."
"What did you do next?" The old lady inquired of me.
"I wanted to challenge the Baron to a duel," I replied as

modestly as possible; "but the General protested against my

doing so."
"And WHY did you so protest? " she inquired of the General.

Then she turned to the landlord, and questioned him as to

whether HE would not have fought a duel, if challenged. "For,"

she added, "I can see no difference between you and the Baron;

nor can I bear that German visage of yours." Upon this the

landlord bowed and departed, though he could not have understood

the Grandmother's compliment.
"Pardon me, Madame," the General continued with a sneer, "but

are duels really feasible?"


"Why not? All men are crowing cocks, and that is why they

quarrel. YOU, though, I perceive, are a blockhead--a man who does

not even know how to carry his breeding. Lift me up. Potapitch,

see to it that you always have TWO bearers ready. Go and arrange

for their hire. But we shall not require more than two, for I

shall need only to be carried upstairs. On the level or in the

street I can be WHEELED along. Go and tell them that, and pay

them in advance, so that they may show me some respect. You too,

Potapitch, are always to come with me, and YOU, Alexis

Ivanovitch, are to point out to me this Baron as we go along, in

order that I may get a squint at the precious 'Von.' And where

is that roulette played?"


I explained to her that the game was carried on in the salons of

the Casino; whereupon there ensued a string of questions as to

whether there were many such salons, whether many people played

in them, whether those people played a whole day at a time, and

whether the game was managed according to fixed rules. At length,

I thought it best to say that the most advisable course would be

for her to go and see it for herself, since a mere description

of it would be a difficult matter.


"Then take me straight there," she said, "and do you walk on

in front of me, Alexis Ivanovitch."


"What, mother? Before you have so much as rested from your

journey?" the General inquired with some solicitude. Also, for

some reason which I could not divine, he seemed to be growing

nervous; and, indeed, the whole party was evincing signs of

confusion, and exchanging glances with one another. Probably

they were thinking that it would be a ticklish--even an

embarrassing--business to accompany the Grandmother to the

Casino, where, very likely, she would perpetrate further

eccentricities, and in public too! Yet on their own initiative

they had offered to escort her!


"Why should I rest?" she retorted. "I am not tired, for I

have been sitting still these past five days. Let us see what

your medicinal springs and waters are like, and where they are

situated. What, too, about that, that--what did you call it,

Prascovia?--oh, about that mountain top?"
"Yes, we are going to see it, Grandmamma."
"Very well. Is there anything else for me to see here?"
"Yes! Quite a number of things," Polina forced herself to say.
"Martha, YOU must come with me as well," went on the old lady

to her maid.


"No, no, mother!" ejaculated the General. "Really she cannot

come. They would not admit even Potapitch to the Casino."


"Rubbish! Because she is my servant, is that a reason for

turning her out? Why, she is only a human being like the rest of

us; and as she has been travelling for a week she might like to

look about her. With whom else could she go out but myself ? She

would never dare to show her nose in the street alone."
"But, mother--"
"Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Stop at home, then, and

you will be asked no questions. A pretty General YOU are, to be

sure! I am a general's widow myself. But, after all, why should

I drag the whole party with me? I will go and see the sights

with only Alexis Ivanovitch as my escort."
De Griers strongly insisted that EVERY ONE ought to accompany

her. Indeed, he launched out into a perfect shower of charming

phrases concerning the pleasure of acting as her cicerone, and

so forth. Every one was touched with his words.


"Mais elle est tombee en enfance," he added aside to the

General. " Seule, elle fera des betises." More than this I could

not overhear, but he seemed to have got some plan in his mind,

or even to be feeling a slight return of his hopes.


The distance to the Casino was about half a verst, and our route

led us through the Chestnut Avenue until we reached the square

directly fronting the building. The General, I could see, was a

trifle reassured by the fact that, though our progress was

distinctly eccentric in its nature, it was, at least, correct

and orderly. As a matter of fact, the spectacle of a person who

is unable to walk is not anything to excite surprise at a spa.

Yet it was clear that the General had a great fear of the Casino

itself: for why should a person who had lost the use of her

limbs--more especially an old woman--be going to rooms which were

set apart only for roulette? On either side of the wheeled chair

walked Polina and Mlle. Blanche--the latter smiling, modestly

jesting, and, in short, making herself so agreeable to the

Grandmother that in the end the old lady relented towards her.

On the other side of the chair Polina had to answer an endless

flow of petty questions--such as "Who was it passed just now?"

"Who is that coming along?" "Is the town a large one?" "Are

the public gardens extensive?" "What sort of trees are those?"

"What is the name of those hills?" "Do I see eagles flying

yonder?" "What is that absurd-looking building?" and so

forth. Meanwhile Astley whispered to me, as he walked by my

side, that he looked for much to happen that morning. Behind the

old lady's chair marched Potapitch and Martha--Potapitch in his

frockcoat and white waistcoat, with a cloak over all, and the

forty-year-old and rosy, but slightly grey-headed, Martha in a

mobcap, cotton dress, and squeaking shoes. Frequently the old

lady would twist herself round to converse with these servants.

As for De Griers, he spoke as though he had made up his mind to

do something (though it is also possible that he spoke in this

manner merely in order to hearten the General, with whom he

appeared to have held a conference). But, alas, the Grandmother

had uttered the fatal words, "I am not going to give you any of

my money;" and though De Griers might regard these words

lightly, the General knew his mother better. Also, I noticed

that De Griers and Mlle. Blanche were still exchanging looks;

while of the Prince and the German savant I lost sight at the

end of the Avenue, where they had turned back and left us.
Into the Casino we marched in triumph. At once, both in the

person of the commissionaire and in the persons of the footmen,

there sprang to life the same reverence as had arisen in the

lacqueys of the hotel. Yet it was not without some curiosity

that they eyed us.
Without loss of time, the Grandmother gave orders that she should

be wheeled through every room in the establishment; of which

apartments she praised a few, while to others she remained

indifferent. Concerning everything, however, she asked

questions. Finally we reached the gaming-salons, where a lacquey

who was, acting as guard over the doors, flung them open as

though he were a man possessed.
The Grandmother's entry into the roulette-salon produced a

profound impression upon the public. Around the tables, and at

the further end of the room where the trente-et-quarante table

was set out, there may have been gathered from 150 to 200

gamblers, ranged in several rows. Those who had succeeded in

pushing their way to the tables were standing with their feet

firmly planted, in order to avoid having to give up their places

until they should have finished their game (since merely to

stand looking on--thus occupying a gambler's place for

nothing--was not permitted). True, chairs were provided around

the tables, but few players made use of them--more especially if

there was a large attendance of the general public; since to

stand allowed of a closer approach; and, therefore, of greater

facilities for calculation and staking. Behind the foremost row

were herded a second and a third row of people awaiting their

turn; but sometimes their impatience led these people to

stretch a hand through the first row, in order to deposit their

stakes. Even third-row individuals would dart forward to stake;

whence seldom did more than five or ten minutes pass without a

scene over disputed money arising at one or another end of the

table. On the other hand, the police of the Casino were an able

body of men; and though to escape the crush was an

impossibility, however much one might wish it, the eight

croupiers apportioned to each table kept an eye upon the stakes,

performed the necessary reckoning, and decided disputes as they

arose.
In the last resort they always called in the Casino

police, and the disputes would immediately come to an end.

Policemen were stationed about the Casino in ordinary costume,

and mingled with the spectators so as to make it impossible to

recognise them. In particular they kept a lookout for

pickpockets and swindlers, who simply swanned in the roulette

salons, and reaped a rich harvest. Indeed, in every direction

money was being filched from pockets or purses--though, of

course, if the attempt miscarried, a great uproar ensued. One

had only to approach a roulette table, begin to play, and

then openly grab some one else's winnings, for a din to be

raised, and the thief to start vociferating that the stake was

HIS; and, if the coup had been carried out with sufficient skill,

and the witnesses wavered at all in their testimony, the thief

would as likely as not succeed in getting away with the money,

provided that the sum was not a large one--not large enough to

have attracted the attention of the croupiers or some

fellow-player. Moreover, if it were a stake of insignificant

size, its true owner would sometimes decline to continue the

dispute, rather than become involved in a scandal. Conversely,

if the thief was detected, he was ignominiously expelled the

building.
Upon all this the Grandmother gazed with open-eyed curiosity;

and, on some thieves happening to be turned out of the place,

she was delighted. Trente-et-quarante interested her but little;

she preferred roulette, with its ever-revolving wheel. At length

she expressed a wish to view the game closer; whereupon in some

mysterious manner, the lacqueys and other officious agents

(especially one or two ruined Poles of the kind who keep

offering their services to successful gamblers and foreigners in

general) at once found and cleared a space for the old lady

among the crush, at the very centre of one of the tables, and

next to the chief croupier; after which they wheeled her chair

thither. Upon this a number of visitors who were not playing,

but only looking on (particularly some Englishmen with their

families), pressed closer forward towards the table, in order

to watch the old lady from among the ranks of the gamblers. Many

a lorgnette I saw turned in her direction, and the croupiers'

hopes rose high that such an eccentric player was about to

provide them with something out of the common. An old lady of

seventy-five years who, though unable to walk, desired to play

was not an everyday phenomenon. I too pressed forward towards

the table, and ranged myself by the Grandmother's side; while

Martha and Potapitch remained somewhere in the background among

the crowd, and the General, Polina, and De Griers, with Mlle.

Blanche, also remained hidden among the spectators.


At first the old lady did no more than watch the gamblers, and

ply me, in a half-whisper, with sharp-broken questions as to who

was so-and-so. Especially did her favour light upon a very young

man who was plunging heavily, and had won (so it was whispered)

as much as 40,000 francs, which were lying before him on the

table in a heap of gold and bank-notes. His eyes kept flashing,

and his hands shaking; yet all the while he staked without any

sort of calculation--just what came to his hand, as he kept

winning and winning, and raking and raking in his gains. Around

him lacqueys fussed--placing chairs just behind where he was

standing--and clearing the spectators from his vicinity, so that

he should have more room, and not be crowded--the whole done, of



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