The Gambler

Chapter 9

"And this is the woman whom they had thought to see in her

grave after making her will!" I thought to myself. "Yet she

will outlive us, and every one else in the hotel. Good Lord!

what is going to become of us now? What on earth is to happen to

the General? She will turn the place upside down!"

"My good sir," the old woman continued in a stentorian voice,

"what are you standing THERE for, with your eyes almost falling

out of your head? Cannot you come and say how-do-you-do? Are you

too proud to shake hands? Or do you not recognise me? Here,

Potapitch!" she cried to an old servant who, dressed in a frock

coat and white waistcoat, had a bald, red head (he was the

chamberlain who always accompanied her on her journeys). "Just

think! Alexis Ivanovitch does not recognise me! They have buried

me for good and all! Yes, and after sending hosts of telegrams

to know if I were dead or not! Yes, yes, I have heard the whole

story. I am very much alive, though, as you may see."

"Pardon me, Antonida Vassilievna," I replied good humouredly as

I recovered my presence of mind. "I have no reason to wish you

ill. I am merely rather astonished to see you. Why should I not

be so, seeing how unexpected--"

"WHY should you be astonished? I just got into my chair, and

came. Things are quiet enough in the train, for there is no one

there to chatter. Have you been out for a walk?"

"Yes. I have just been to the Casino."

"Oh? Well, it is quite nice here," she went on as she looked

about her. "The place seems comfortable, and all the trees are

out. I like it very well. Are your people at home? Is the

General, for instance, indoors?"

"Yes; and probably all of them."

"Do they observe the convenances, and keep up appearances? Such

things always give one tone. I have heard that they are keeping

a carriage, even as Russian gentlefolks ought to do. When

abroad, our Russian people always cut a dash. Is Prascovia here

too ?"

"Yes. Polina Alexandrovna is here."

"And the Frenchwoman? However, I will go and look for them

myself. Tell me the nearest way to their rooms. Do you like

being here?"

"Yes, I thank you, Antonida Vassilievna."

"And you, Potapitch, you go and tell that fool of a landlord to

reserve me a suitable suite of rooms. They must be handsomely

decorated, and not too high up. Have my luggage taken up to

them. But what are you tumbling over yourselves for? Why are you

all tearing about? What scullions these fellows are!--Who is that

with you?" she added to myself.

"A Mr. Astley," I replied.

"And who is Mr. Astley?"

"A fellow-traveller, and my very good friend, as well as an

acquaintance of the General's."

"Oh, an Englishman? Then that is why he stared at me without

even opening his lips. However, I like Englishmen. Now, take me

upstairs, direct to their rooms. Where are they lodging?"

Madame was lifted up in her chair by the lacqueys, and I

preceded her up the grand staircase. Our progress was

exceedingly effective, for everyone whom we met stopped to stare

at the cortege. It happened that the hotel had the reputation of

being the best, the most expensive, and the most aristocratic in

all the spa, and at every turn on the staircase or in the

corridors we encountered fine ladies and important-looking

Englishmen--more than one of whom hastened downstairs to inquire

of the awestruck landlord who the newcomer was. To all such

questions he returned the same answer--namely, that the old lady

was an influential foreigner, a Russian, a Countess, and a

grande dame, and that she had taken the suite which, during the

previous week, had been tenanted by the Grande Duchesse de N.

Meanwhile the cause of the sensation--the Grandmother--was being

borne aloft in her armchair. Every person whom she met she

scanned with an inquisitive eye, after first of all

interrogating me about him or her at the top of her voice. She

was stout of figure, and, though she could not leave her chair,

one felt, the moment that one first looked at her, that she was

also tall of stature. Her back was as straight as a board,

and never did she lean back in her seat. Also, her large grey

head, with its keen, rugged features, remained always erect as

she glanced about her in an imperious, challenging sort of way,

with looks and gestures that clearly were unstudied. Though she

had reached her seventy-sixth year, her face was still fresh,

and her teeth had not decayed. Lastly, she was dressed in a

black silk gown and white mobcap.

"She interests me tremendously," whispered Mr. Astley as, still

smoking, he walked by my side. Meanwhile I was reflecting that

probably the old lady knew all about the telegrams, and even

about De Griers, though little or nothing about Mlle. Blanche. I

said as much to Mr. Astley.

But what a frail creature is man! No sooner was my first

surprise abated than I found myself rejoicing in the shock which

we were about to administer to the General. So much did the

thought inspire me that I marched ahead in the gayest of

fashions.

Our party was lodging on the third floor. Without knocking at

the door, or in any way announcing our presence, I threw open

the portals, and the Grandmother was borne through them in

triumph. As though of set purpose, the whole party chanced at

that moment to be assembled in the General's study. The time was

eleven o'clock, and it seemed that an outing of some sort (at

which a portion of the party were to drive in carriages, and

others to ride on horseback, accompanied by one or two

extraneous acquaintances) was being planned. The General was

present, and also Polina, the children, the latter's nurses, De

Griers, Mlle. Blanche (attired in a riding-habit), her mother,

the young Prince, and a learned German whom I beheld for the

first time. Into the midst of this assembly the lacqueys

conveyed Madame in her chair, and set her down within three

paces of the General!

Good heavens! Never shall I forget the spectacle which ensued!

Just before our entry, the General had

been holding forth to the company, with De Griers in support of

him. I may also mention that, for the last two or three days,

Mlle. Blanche and De Griers had been making a great deal of the

young Prince, under the very nose of the poor General. In short,

the company, though decorous and conventional, was in a gay,

familiar mood. But no sooner did the Grandmother appear than the

General stopped dead in the middle of a word, and, with jaw

dropping, stared hard at the old lady--his eyes almost starting

out of his head, and his expression as spellbound as though he

had just seen a basilisk. In return, the Grandmother stared at

him silently and without moving--though with a look of mingled

challenge, triumph, and ridicule in her eyes. For ten seconds

did the pair remain thus eyeing one another, amid the profound

silence of the company; and even De Griers sat petrified--an

extraordinary look of uneasiness dawning on his face. As for

Mlle. Blanche, she too stared wildly at the Grandmother, with

eyebrows raised and her lips parted-- while the Prince and the

German savant contemplated the tableau in profound amazement.

Only Polina looked anything but perplexed or surprised.

Presently, however, she too turned as white as a sheet, and then

reddened to her temples. Truly the Grandmother's arrival seemed

to be a catastrophe for everybody! For my own part, I stood

looking from the Grandmother to the company, and back again,

while Mr. Astley, as usual, remained in the background, and

gazed calmly and decorously at the scene.

"Well, here I am--and instead of a telegram, too!" the

Grandmother at last ejaculated, to dissipate the silence.

"What? You were not expecting me?"

"Antonida Vassilievna! O my dearest mother! But how on earth

did you, did you--?" The mutterings of the unhappy General died

away.

I verily believe that if the Grandmother had held her tongue a

few seconds longer she would have had a stroke.

"How on earth did I WHAT?" she exclaimed. "Why, I just got

into the train and came here. What else is the railway meant

for? But you thought that I had turned up my toes and left my

property to the lot of you. Oh, I know ALL about the telegrams

which you have been dispatching. They must have cost you a

pretty sum, I should think, for telegrams are not sent from

abroad for nothing. Well, I picked up my heels, and came here.

Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"

"Oui, madame," assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, je suis si

enchante! Votre sante--c'est un miracle vous voir ici. Une

surprise charmante!"

"Just so. 'Charmante!' I happen to know you as a mountebank,

and therefore trust you no more than THIS." She indicated her

little finger. "And who is THAT?" she went on, turning towards

Mlle. Blanche. Evidently the Frenchwoman looked so becoming in

her riding-habit, with her whip in her hand, that she had made

an impression upon the old lady. "Who is that woman there?"

"Mlle. de Cominges," I said. "And this is her mother, Madame de

Cominges. They also are staying in the hotel."

"Is the daughter married?" asked the old lady, without the

least semblance of ceremony.

"No," I replied as respectfully as possible, but under my

breath.

"Is she good company?"

I failed to understand the question.

"I mean, is she or is she not a bore? Can she speak Russian?

When this De Griers was in Moscow he soon learnt to make himself

understood."

I explained to the old lady that Mlle. Blanche had never visited

Russia.

"Bonjour, then," said Madame, with sudden brusquerie.

"Bonjour, madame," replied Mlle. Blanche with an elegant,

ceremonious bow as, under cover of an unwonted modesty, she

endeavoured to express, both in face and figure, her extreme

surprise at such strange behaviour on the part of the

Grandmother.

"How the woman sticks out her eyes at me! How she mows and

minces!" was the Grandmother's comment. Then she turned

suddenly to the General, and continued: "I have taken up my

abode here, so am going to be your next-door neighbour. Are you

glad to hear that, or are you not?"

"My dear mother, believe me when I say that I am. sincerely

delighted," returned the General, who had now, to a certain

extent, recovered his senses; and inasmuch as, when occasion

arose, he could speak with fluency, gravity, and a certain

effect, he set himself to be expansive in his remarks, and went

on: "We have been so dismayed and upset by the news of your

indisposition! We had received such hopeless telegrams about

you! Then suddenly--"

"Fibs, fibs!" interrupted the Grandmother.

"How on earth, too, did you come to decide upon the journey?"

continued the General, with raised voice as he hurried to

overlook the old lady's last remark. "Surely, at your age, and

in your present state of health, the thing is so unexpected that

our surprise is at least intelligible. However, I am glad to see

you (as indeed, are we all"--he said this with a dignified, yet

conciliatory, smile), "and will use my best endeavours to

render your stay here as pleasant as possible."

"Enough! All this is empty chatter. You are talking the usual

nonsense. I shall know quite well how to spend my time. How did

I come to undertake the journey, you ask? Well, is there

anything so very surprising about it? It was done quite simply.

What is every one going into ecstasies about?--How do you do,

Prascovia? What are YOU doing here?"

"And how are YOU, Grandmother?" replied Polina, as she

approached the old lady. "Were you long on the journey?".

"The most sensible question that I have yet been asked! Well,

you shall hear for yourself how it all happened. I lay and lay,

and was doctored and doctored,; until at last I drove the

physicians from me, and called in an apothecary from Nicolai who

had cured an old woman of a malady similar to my own--cured her

merely with a little hayseed. Well, he did me a great deal of

good, for on the third day I broke into a sweat, and was able to

leave my bed. Then my German doctors held another consultation,

put on their spectacles, and told me that if I would go abroad,

and take a course of the waters, the indisposition would finally

pass away. 'Why should it not?' I thought to myself. So I had

got things ready, and on the following day, a Friday, set out for

here. I occupied a special compartment in the train, and where

ever I had to change I found at the station bearers who were

ready to carry me for a few coppers. You have nice quarters

here," she went on as she glanced around the room. " But where

on earth did you get the money for them, my good sir? I thought

that everything of yours had been mortgaged? This Frenchman

alone must be your creditor for a good deal. Oh, I know all

about it, all about it."

"I-I am surprised at you, my dearest mother," said the General

in some confusion. "I-I am greatly surprised. But I do not

need any extraneous control of my finances. Moreover, my

expenses do not exceed my income, and we--"

"They do not exceed it? Fie! Why, you are robbing your children

of their last kopeck--you, their guardian!"

"After this," said the General, completely taken aback,

"--after what you have just said, I do not know whether--"

"You do not know what? By heavens, are you never going to drop

that roulette of yours? Are you going to whistle all your

property away?"

This made such an impression upon the General that he almost

choked with fury.

"Roulette, indeed? I play roulette? Really, in view of my

position-- Recollect what you are saying, my dearest mother. You

must still be unwell."

"Rubbish, rubbish!" she retorted. "The truth is that you

CANNOT be got away from that roulette. You are simply telling

lies. This very day I mean to go and see for myself what

roulette is like. Prascovia, tell me what there is to be seen

here; and do you, Alexis Ivanovitch, show me everything; and do

you, Potapitch, make me a list of excursions. What IS there to be

seen?" again she inquired of Polina.

"There is a ruined castle, and the Shlangenberg."

"The Shlangenberg? What is it? A forest?"

"No, a mountain on the summit of which there is a place fenced

off. From it you can get a most beautiful view."

"Could a chair be carried up that mountain of yours?"

"Doubtless we could find bearers for the purpose," I interposed.

At this moment Theodosia, the nursemaid, approached the old lady

with the General's children.

"No, I DON'T want to see them," said the Grandmother. "I hate

kissing children, for their noses are always wet. How

are you getting on, Theodosia?"

"I am very well, thank you, Madame," replied the nursemaid.

"And how is your ladyship? We have been feeling so anxious about

you!"

"Yes, I know, you simple soul--But who are those other guests?"

the old lady continued, turning again to Polina. "For instance,

who is that old rascal in the spectacles?"

"Prince Nilski, Grandmamma," whispered Polina.

"Oh, a Russian? Why, I had no idea that he could understand me!

Surely he did not hear what I said? As for Mr. Astley, I have

seen him already, and I see that he is here again. How do you

do?" she added to the gentleman in question.

Mr. Astley bowed in silence

"Have you NOTHING to say to me?" the old lady went on. "Say

something, for goodness' sake! Translate to him, Polina."

Polina did so.

"I have only to say," replied Mr. Astley gravely, but also with

alacrity, "that I am indeed glad to see you in such good

health." This was interpreted to the Grandmother, and she seemed

much gratified.

"How well English people know how to answer one!" she remarked.

"That is why I like them so much better than French. Come

here," she added to Mr. Astley. "I will try not to bore you too

much. Polina, translate to him that I am staying in rooms on a

lower floor. Yes, on a lower floor," she repeated to Astley,

pointing downwards with her finger.

Astley looked pleased at receiving the invitation.

Next, the old lady scanned Polina, from head to foot with minute

attention.

"I could almost have liked you, Prascovia," suddenly she

remarked, "for you are a nice girl--the best of the lot. You

have some character about you. I too have character. Turn round.

Surely that is not false hair that you are wearing?"

"No, Grandmamma. It is my own."

"Well, well. I do not like the stupid fashions of today. You

are very good looking. I should have fallen in love with you if

I had been a man. Why do you not get married? It is time now

that I was going. I want to walk, yet I always have to ride. Are

you still in a bad temper?" she added to the General.

"No, indeed," rejoined the now mollified General.

"I quite understand that at your time of life--"

"Cette vieille est tombee en enfance," De Griers whispered to

me.

"But I want to look round a little," the old lady added to the

General. Will you lend me Alexis Ivanovitch for the purpose?

"As much as you like. But I myself--yes, and Polina and Monsieur

de Griers too--we all of us hope to have the pleasure of

escorting you."

"Mais, madame, cela sera un plaisir," De Griers commented with

a bewitching smile.

"'Plaisir' indeed! Why, I look upon you as a perfect fool,

monsieur." Then she remarked to the General: "I am not going to

let you have any of my money. I must be off to my rooms now, to

see what they are like. Afterwards we will look round a little.

Lift me up."

Again the Grandmother was borne aloft and carried down the

staircase amid a perfect bevy of followers--the General walking

as though he had been hit over the head with a cudgel, and De

Griers seeming to be plunged in thought. Endeavouring to be left

behind, Mlle. Blanche next thought better of it, and followed

the rest, with the Prince in her wake. Only the German savant

and Madame de Cominges did not leave the General's apartments.