His Hour by Elinor Glyn
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"Tatiane Shébanoff is madly in love with him, poor thing, and I do not
believe he has ever given her any real encouragement," the Princess continued. "I have seen him come to a ball, and when all the young women are longing for him to ask them to dance, he will go off with me, or old Countess Nivenska, and sit talking half the night, apparently unaware of any one else's presence." "It seems he must be the most exasperating, tiresome person one has ever heard of, Marraine," Tamara exclaimed. "He rides over you all, and you cannot even be angry, and continually forgive him." "But then he has his serious side," the Princess went on, eager to defend her favorite. "He is now probably studying some deep military problem all this time, and that is why we have not seen him,"--and then noticing the scornful pose of Tamara's head she laughed. "Don't be so contemptuous, dear child," she--said. "Perhaps you too will understand some day." "That is not very likely," Tamara said. But alas! for the Princess' optimistic surmises as to the Prince's occupations, a rumor spread toward the end of the week of the maddest orgie which had taken place at the Fontonka house. It sounded like a phantasmagoria in which unclothed dancers, and wild beasts, and unheard-of feats seemed to float about. And the Princess sighed as she refuted the gossip it caused. "Oh, my poor Gritzko! if he might only even for a while remain in a state of grace," she said. |
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