At last, when they had crossed the Troitzka bridge, he permitted her to
release herself, and only held her hands under the furs, because dawn
was breaking and they could be observed.
But when they turned into the wide Serguiefskaia, which seemed
deserted, he bent once more and this time with wildest passion he
seemed to draw her very soul through her lips.
Then ere she could speak, they drew up at the door, and he lifted her
out, and before the Suisse and the waiting footmen.
"Good-night, Madame--sleep well," he calmly said.
But Tamara, trembling with mad emotion, rushed quickly to her room.