So there was no scandal, only commiseration, and both Countess Olga and
Tamara were petted and spoilt--while, if there was a roguish note in
Valonne's sympathetic condolences, none of them appeared to notice it.
However, no petting seemed to revive Tamara.
"You have caught a thorough chill, I fear, dearest,"
the Princess said; and as they had missed their sleeping berths engaged
for the night before, and were unable to get accommodation on the train
again for the night, they were forced to remain in Moscow until the
next day, so the Princess insisted upon her godchild going immediately
to bed, while the rest of the party settled down to bridge.
"It is a jolly thing, a snowstorm!" Lord Courtray said to Gritzko.
"Isn't it? 'Pon my soul I have never enjoyed the smell of cows and hay
so much in my life!"
But upstairs in the stiff hotel bedroom Tamara sobbed herself to sleep.