Part 24 (1/2)
”He is horribly cruel, Marraine,” she said.
”Why should he treat me as he does. I won't--I won't bear it.”
The Princess sighed.
”Tamara, forgive me for asking you, but I must, I feel I must. Do you--love him, child?”
Then pa.s.sion flamed up in Tamara's white face, her secret was her own, and she would defend it even from this kind friend--so--”I believe I hate him!” she said.
After a while the Princess left her, they having come to the agreement that Tamara should do all that she could to keep the peace; but when she was alone she decided to speak to Gritzko as little as possible herself, and to ignore him completely. There would be no Boris and no one to make him jealous. She would occupy herself with Stephen Strong, and the sight-seeing, and even Sonia's husband, who was a bore and old, too; but the prospect held out no charms for her. She knew that she loved him deeply--this wild, fierce Gritzko--more deeply than ever today, and the tears, one after another, trickled down her pale cheeks.
If there was not a chance of any happiness, at least she must go home keeping some rag of self-respect. She firmly determined that he should not see the slightest feeling on her side, it should be restrained or perhaps capricious even, as his own.
Their train for Moscow started at nine o'clock, and the whole party had arranged to dine at the Ardacheff house at seven and then go to the station.
Nothing of the scandal of the night seemed to have transpired, for no one even hinted at anything about it.
Gritzko was still very pale, but appeared none the worse, and the atmosphere seemed to have resumed a peaceful note.
The five sleeping compartments reserved for this party of ten were all in a row in one carriage, and Tamara and the Princess, on the plea of fatigue, immediately retired to their berths for the night, Tamara not having addressed a single direct word to Gritzko. So far, so well. But when she was comfortably tucked into the top berth, and an hour or so later was just falling off to sleep, he knocked at the door, and the Princess believing it to be the ticket-collector opened it, and he put his head in. The shade was drawn over the lamp and the compartment was in a blue gloom. Tamara was startled by hearing her G.o.dmother say:
”Gritzko! Thou! What do you want, dear boy, disturbing us like this?”
”I came to ask you to tie up my arm,” he said. ”I was practising with a pistol yesterday, and it went off and the bullet grazed the skin, and the d.a.m.ned thing has begun bleeding again. I know you are a trained nurse, Tantine. Serge, who is with me, has tried and made a ridiculous mess of it, so I brought the bandage to you.”
He now pulled back the shade and they saw he was standing there quite _sans gene_ in the same kind of blue silk pyjamas Tamara remembered to have seen once before, and his eyes, far from being tragic or serious, had the naughtiest, most mischievous twinkle in them, while he whispered to the Princess and enlisted her sympathy for his pain.
”Gritzko, dearest child, but you are suffering! But let me see! only wait in the pa.s.sage until I have my dressing-gown, and then come in again.”
Tamara now thought it prudent to crouch down in the clothes and pretend to be asleep, while the kind Princess got up and arranged herself.
Then with a gentle tap this poor wounded one came in.
Tamara was conscious that her G.o.dmother was murmuring horrified and affectionate solicitations, as she busily set to work. She was also conscious that Gritzko was standing with his shoulder leant against her berth. He was so tall he could look at her, in spite of her retirement to the farthest side, and she was horribly conscious of the magnetic power exercised by his eyes. She longed quite to open hers, she longed really to look. She felt so nervous she almost gave a silly little laugh, but her will won, and her long eyelashes remained resting on her cheek.
”You darling. You are doing it beautifully!” he presently said, and then more softly, ”I had no idea how pretty your friend is! and how soundly she sleeps! Do you think I might kiss her, Tantino? I have always wanted to, only she is of such a severity I have been too frightened. May I, Tantine?” And his voice sounded coaxing and sweet, and Tamara felt sure he was caressing the Princess' hair with his free hand, for that lady kept murmuring.
”Tais toi!--Gritzko--have done! How can I bind your arm if you conduct yourself so! Not a moment of stillness! Truly what a naughty child--keep still!” Then she spoke more severely to him in Russian, and he laughed while he answered, and then presently the bandage was done, and standing on tip-toe he looked full at Tamara.
”And you think I must not kiss her? Oh! you are a most cruel Tantine!
She is sound asleep and would never know, and it would be just one of the things which could cool my fever and help my arm.”
But the Princess interposed, sternly, and getting really annoyed with him, he was forced to go. But first he kissed her hand and thanked her and purred affection and grat.i.tude with his astonis.h.i.+ng charm, and the Princess' voice grew more and more mollified as she said: ”There--there--what a boy! Gritzko, dear child, begone!”
And all this while, with her long eyelashes resting upon her cheek, Tamara apparently slept peacefully on.
But when the door was safely shut and bolted, the Princess addressed her.
”You are not really asleep, Tamara, I suppose,” she said. ”You have heard? Is he not difficult. What is one to do with him? I can never remain angry long. Those caresses! Mon Dieu! I wish you would love each other and marry and go and live at Milaslav, and then we others might have a little peace and calm!”