"Enough! There's no need," I cried, strangely perturbed, and not knowing why it had come into my head. And when, where and how could Mr. Astley have laeen chosen by Polina to confide in? Though, of late, indeed, I had, to some extent, lost sight of Mr. Astley, and Polina was alwa}^ an enigma to me, such an enigma that now, for instance, after launching into an account of my passion to Mr. Astley, I was suddenly struck while I was speaking by the fact that there was scarcely anything positive and definite I could say about our relations. Everything was, on the contrary, strange, unstable, and, in fact, quite unique.
"Oh, very well, very well. I am utterly perplexed and there is a great deal I can't understand at present," I answered, gasping as though I were breathless. "You are a good man, though. And now, another matter, and I ask not your advice, but your opinion."
After a brief pause I began.
"What do you think? why was the General so scared? Why did he make such a to-do over my stupid practical joke? Such a fuss that even De Grieux thought it necessary to interfere (and he interferes only in the most,importcmt matters); visited me (think of that!), begged and besought me—^he, De Grieux —begged and besought me! Note, finally, he came at nine o'clock, and by that time Miss Polina's letter was in his hands. One wonders when it was written. Perhaps they waked Miss Polina up on purpose! Apart from what I see clearly from this, that Miss Polina is his slave (for she even begs my forgiveness!) —apart from that, how is she concerned in all this, she personally; why is she so much interested? Why are they frightened of some Baron? And what if the General is marrying Mile. Blanche Cominges? They say that, owing to that circumstance, they must be particular, but you must admit that this is somewhat too particular! What do you think ? I am sure from your eyes you know more about it llian I do!"
Mr. Astley laughed and nodded.
"Certainly. I believe I know much more about it than you," he said. "Mile. Blanche is the only person concerned, and I am sure that is the absolute truth."
"Well, what about Mile. Blanche?" I cried impatiently. (I suddenly had a hope that something would be disclosed about Mile. Polina.)
"I fancy that Mile. Blanche has at the moment special reasons for avoiding a meeting with the Baron and Baroness, even more an unpleasant meeting, worse still, a scandalous one."
"Well, weU . . ."
"Two years ago MUe. Blanche was here at Roulettenburg in the season. I was here, too. Mile. Blanche was not cafied Mile, de Cominges then, and her mother, Madame la mamem Cominges, was non-existent then. An}7way, she was never mentioned. De Grieux—De Grieux was not here either. I cherish the conviction that, far from being relations, they have only very recently become acquainted. He—^De Grieux—^has only become a marquis very recently, too—I am sure of that from one circumstance. One may sissume, in fact, that his name has not been De Grieux very long either. I know a man here who has met him passing under another name."
"But he really has a veiyreqwctable circle of acquaintances."
"That may be. Even Mile. Blanche may have. But two years ago, at the request of that very Baroness, Mile. Blanche was invited by the police to leave the town, and she did leave it."
"How was that?"
"She made her appearance here first with an Italian, a prince of some sort, with an historical name—Barberini, or something like it—a man covered with rings and diamonds, not false ones either. They used to drive about in a magnificent carriage. Mile. Blanche used to play tretOe et qtoarante, at first winning, though her luck changed later on, as far as I remember. I remember one evening she lost a considerable simi. But, worse still, im beau matin her prince vanished; the horses and the carriage vanished too, everything vanished. The bills owing at the hotels were immense. MUe. Selma (she suddenly ceased to be Barberini, and became Mile. Selma) was in the utmost despair. She was shrieking and wailing all over the hotel, and rent her clothes in her fury. There was a PoUsh count staj^ing here at the hotel (all Polish travellers are counts), and MUe. Selma, rending her garments and scratching her face like a cat with her ^y^iTtiifw) perfumed fingers, made some impression on
him. They talked things over, and by dinner-time she ^yas consoled. In the evening he made his appearance at the Casino with the lady on his arm. As usual, Mile. Selma laughed very loudly, and her manner was somewhat more free and easy than before. She definitely showed that she belonged to the class of ladies who, when they go up to the roulette table, shoulder the other players aside to clear a space for themselves. That's particularly ehic among such ladies. You must have noticed it?"
"Oh, yes."
"It's not worth noticing. To the annoyance of the decent public they are not moved on here—at least, not those of them who can change a thousand-rouble note every day, at the roulette table. As soon as they cease to produce a note to change they are asked to withdraw, however. Mile. Selma still went on changing notes, but her play became more imlucly than ever. Note that such ladies are very often lucky in their play; they have a wonderful self-control. However, my story is finished. One day the Count vanished just as the Prince had done. However, Mile. Selma made her appearance at the roulette table alone; this time no one came forward to offer her his arm. In two days she had lost everything. After laying down her last louis d'or and losing it, she looked round, and saw, close by her. Baron Burmerhelm, who was scrutinising her intently and with profound indignatiai. But Mile. Selma, not noticing his indignation, accosted the Baron with that smile we all know so well, and asked him to put down ten louis d'or on the red for her. In consequence of a complaint from the Baroness she received that evening an invitation not to show herself at the Casino again. If you are surprised at my knowing all these petty and extremely improper details, it is because I have heard them from Mr. Fider, one of my relations, who Ccirried off Mile. Selma in his carriage from Roulettenburg to Spa that very evening. Now, remember. Mile. Blanche wishes to become the General's wife; probably in order in future not to receive such invitations as that one from the police at the Casino, the year before last. Now she does not play; but that is because, as it seems, she has capital of her own which she lends out at a percentage to gamblers here. That's a much safer speculation. I even suspect that the luckless General is in debt to her. Perhaps De Grieux is, too. Perhaps De Grieux is associated with her. You will admit that, till the wedding, at any rate, she can hardly be anxious to attract the atten-
tion of the Baron and Baroness in any way. In short, in her position, nothing could be more disadvantageous than a scandal. You are connected with their party and your conduct might cause a scandal, especially as she appears in public every day either arm-in-arm with the General or in company with Miss Polina. Now do you understand?"
"No, I don't!" I cried, thumping the table so violently that the gargan ran up in alarm.
"Tell me, Mr. Astley," I said furiously. "If you knew all this story and, therefore, know positively what Mile. Blanche de Cominges is, why didn't you warn me at least, the General, or, most of all, most of all. Miss Polina, who has shown herself here at the Casino in public, arm-in-arm with Mile. Blanche? Can such a thing be allowed?"
"I had no reason to warn you, for you could have done nothing," Mr. Astley answered calmly. "Besides, warn them of what? The General knows about Mile. Blanche perhaps more thsm I do, yet he still goes about with her and Miss Polina. The General is an unlucky man. I saw Mile. Blainche yesterday, galloping on a splendid horse with M. de Grieux and that littie Russian Prince, and the General was galloping after them on a chestnut. He told me in the morning that his legs ached, but he sat his horse well. And it struck me at that moment that he was an utterly ruined man. Besides, all this is no business of mine, and I have only lately had the honour of making Miss Polina's acquaintance. However" (Mr. Astley caught himself up), "I've told you already that I do not recognise your right to ask certain questions, though I have a genuine liking for you ..."