Hence his order when he came back to the palace that he wanted to dine that night “en deux” with Grushenka, and that she was to be clothed exactly like his aunt would have been for a great evening party.
Grushenka, after she had been lifted out of the nail chair, had been cared for by the other serf girls. They put sour cream on her offended behind, gave her cold water to drink and she fell into a feverish slumber which after a while became sound sleep. In fact, just as the above mentioned order was given she was getting out of bed, and her buttocks, although still covered with scratches and red puncture marks, did not hurt any more. She felt fit except for the anguish of wondering about what further punishment awaited her. She learned with great concern the fate of Nelidowa and Gustavus and the sudden departure of the old Prince. The message from her new master and the description of him-a nice young chap with a pointed black mustache, fresh eyes and a leaning toward drunkenness-was the sole theme of the conversation between her and the other maids. Early in the afternoon they started to prepare Grushenka, clothing her in the finest silk shirt of the Princess, a pair of laced trousers, silk stockings, high gilded shoes and an evening gown of light blue-silver brocade which left the breasts bare to the nipples. Boris carefully fitted her with a formal white wig with many ringlets. Her finger and toe-nails were perfectly manicured. A mild perfume was sprayed on.
Every one of the handmaids did her best to make Grushenka as beautiful as possible, as though she were a bride prepared for her wedding night. Grushenka entered the dining room flushed with embarrassment. Scores of candles were throwing a glittering light from the Venetian chandeliers. Four men servants stood like soldiers ready for service. The major domo, in spotless uniform, waited by the door.
The new master arrived with quick steps for the good reason that he was hungry. He wore a soft shirt, a pair of house pants and slippers but he had put on the coat of his formal evening uniform on which he had pinned many medals from the box of his uncle. He bowed formally to the girl, who responded with a deep curtsy. He gave her his arm and conducted her with grace to her seat, but remarked, while carefully moving her chair underneath her behind: “You have a fine pair of breasts.” During the first course, he studied her carefully, comparing her with his aunt, whom he had seen only a few times. She was afraid to make a move and hardly able to eat, but she was graceful by nature. He opened the conversation: “May I inquire, my Princess,” said he, and not in a mocking tone, “how you rested last night and how you feel tonight?” Grushenka glanced at him and her full blue eyes had a begging expression. “Forgive me your Highness,” she said, “that I dare to eat in your presence and that I sit at your table, but your orders-” and she stopped. But he did not pay any attention to her words and went on in the same formal manner: “Did my cherished Princess have a nice walk today and are you satisfied with all the service given to you? If there is anything you wish, please be good enough to tell me.” “My only wish is to please my master,” was Grushenka's answer. “Well now, you can do so,” he said. “Tell me exactly the story of how you and Aunt Nelidowa put it over on the old bugger. I haven't yet understood how it really happened. Of course you know the whole city is enjoying the story immensely. You see he's the meanest and shrewdest old swine there ever was and I ought to make a statue in honor of both you women. Hurrah!”-he concluded his little speech-“Let's drink to the health of Uncle Alexey.” He lifted a glass of champagne toward her, drank it himself to the last drop and made her do the same. Grushenka, who had never before drunk a drop of wine or liquor, very soon began to feel happy and gay. Giggling, she told him the whole story of the bed fraud until she came to the terrible end with its punishment. This she merely mentioned. Meanwhile they had a real Russian dinner from caviar to goose, from goose through roast beef to pies and fruits. They ate and drank constantly while the Prince asked the most intimate questions about his relative and the girl told him with utter frankness every detail. She knew no shame or reservation and her words were to the point. When the meal was over he conducted her formally to the drawing room. The conversation went on while they sat alone in the big room and it occurred to Leo for the first time, that he was now the master, that he could take every one of these girls and handle her the way he saw fit. He learned of the way Nelidowa used to hit and pinch her girls, he heard of the torture chamber, of the rules of the house, of the gossip, of the wishes of his male and female serfs, and he began to understand their absolute submissiveness. Not that Prince Leo had not known all these things, but he had known them only from afar. Now they came clearly to his mind from the chattering, talk of this, his slave girl, who was a bit tipsy but not drunk. She began to get drowsy; it was time to go to bed. Leo again conducted her on his arm, this time to the bed chamber of the Princess where the chambermaids still lingered, curious to hear from Grushenka how the evening had passed.
Leo saw with pleasure all these young creatures of whom he could make good use from now on. Knowing they were his property, he did not bother about a close inspection. He had heard so much about his aunt and of the perfect bodily likeness between her and Grushenka, that he was curious to see with his own eyes what his aunt looked like.
Therefore he sat down in a low chair in a corner and gave the order to the girls that Grushenka should play the part of Nelidowa and behave exactly as though she were the Princess going to bed. The girls were also to conduct themselves as usual. The girls giggled and started the little show. They helped Grushenka out of the gown.
Grushenka stood before the mirror. She made graceful movements with her arms, caressed her breasts lovingly with the palm of her hand and said cooingly, “Oh, Gustavus! If I had you here now,”-a remark which Nelidowa had made quite often and which was usually the sign for the serving girls that some loving would be in store. Grushenka sat down.
One girl kneeled before her and slowly removed her shoes and stockings. Another one took her wig off, loosened the long black hair and began to braid it. Grushenka meanwhile gave an account of the evening, an imaginary balclass="underline" finding herself the most beautiful woman present, telling about men who made longing eyes at her-all in the manner of Nelidowa. She even took the whip and lightly hit a servant girl over the legs, complaining she had handled her hair too roughly.
Finally she got up from the chair, went to the middle of the room, and with feminine gestures, removed the little shirt she was wearing.
Still rubbing her body voluptuously, she proceeded toward the bed.