The company stopped their game about a quarter to twelve, and tables
and champagne and glasses were brought in, and hand in hand they made a
circle and drank in the New Year.
Tamara took care to stand by Princess Ardácheff, but her host looked at
her as he raised his glass. Then they descended to the hall, and were
wrapped in their furs again to go to the café where the Bohemians were
to sing.
Tamara and the Princess were already in the latter's coupé when Prince
Milaslávski called out: "Tantine--! take me too--I am slim and can sit
between you, and I want to arrive soon, I have sent my motor on with
Serge and Valonne."
And without waiting he got in.
They had to sit very close, and Tamara became incensed with herself,
because in spite of all her late rage with the Prince, she experienced
a sensation which was disturbing and unknown. The magnetic personality
of the man was so strong. He bent and whispered something to the
Princess, and then as though sharing a secret, he leaned the other way,
and whispered to Tamara, too. The words were nothing, only some
ordinary nonsense, of which she took no heed. But as he spoke his lips
touched her ear. A wild thrill ran through her, she almost trembled, so
violent was the emotion the little seemingly accidental caress caused.
A feeling she had never realized in the whole of her life before. Why
did he tease her so. Why did he always behave in this maddening manner!
and choose moments when she was defenseless and could make no move. Of
one thing she was certain, if she should stay on in Russia she must
come to some understanding with him if possible, and prevent any more
of these ways--absolutely insulting to her self-respect.
So she shrunk back in her corner and gave no reply.
"Are you angry with me?" he whispered. "It was the shaking of the
automobile which caused me to come too near you. Forgive me, I will try
not to sin again,"--but as he spoke he repeated his offense!
Tamara clasped her hands together, tightly, and answered in the coldest
voice-"I did not notice anything, Prince, it must be a guilty conscience
which causes you to apologize."
"In that case then all is well!" and he laughed softly.
The Princess now joined in the conversation.
"Gritzko, you must tell Mrs. Loraine how these gipsies are, and what
she will hear--she will think it otherwise so strange."