"Dear, dear Marraine," she said.
Then they checked sentiment and went to dress for dinner, arm in arm.
They had grown real friends in these three short weeks.
CHAPTER X
The scene at the ballet was most brilliant, as it is always on a Sunday night. The great auditorium, with its blue silk-curtained boxes, the ma.s.s of glittering uniforms, and the ladies in evening-dress, although they were all in black, made a gay spectacle almost like a gala night.
Then it is so delightful to have one"s eyes pleased with what is on the stage and yet be able to talk.
But Tamara, as she sat and looked at it, was not enjoying herself. She was overcome with a vague feeling of unrest. She hated having to admit that the Prince was the cause of it. She could not look ahead; she was full of fear. She knew now that when he was near her she experienced certain emotion, that he absorbed far too much of her thoughts. He did not really care for her probably, and if he did, how could one hope to be happy with such a wild, fierce man? No, she must control herself; she must conquer his influence over her, and if she could not she could at least go away. England seemed very uninteresting and calm--and safe!
Filled with these sage resolutions she tried to fix her eyes on the stage, but unconsciously they continually strayed to a tall blue figure which was seated in the front row of the stalls with a number of officers of the Chevaliers Gardes. And when the curtain went down,--and instead of the Prince joining them in the box, as she fully expected he would do, he calmly leaned against the orchestra division and surveyed the house with his gla.s.ses--she felt a sudden pang, and talked as best she might to the many friends who thronged to pay the Princess court.
Gritzko did not even glance their way! he stood laughing with his comrades, and it would have been impossible to imagine anything more insouciant and attractive and provoking than the creature looked.
"No wonder Tatiane Shebanoff is in love with him--or that actress--or--the rest!" Tamara thought.
And then a wave of rage swept over her. She at least would not give in and join this throng! To be his plaything. _She would_ be mistress of herself and her thoughts!
But alas! all these emotions not unmixed with pique, spoilt the ballet"s second act!
For the interval after it, the two ladies got up and went into the little ante-chamber beyond the box. Tamara was glad. There she could not see what this annoying Prince would do.
What he did do was to open the door in a few minutes and saunter in. He greeted Tamara with polite indifference, and having calmly displaced Count Valonne, sat down by the Princess" side.
Valonne was a charming person, and he and Tamara were great friends. He chatted on now, and she smiled at him, but with ears preternaturally sharpened she heard the conversation of the other pair.
It was this.
"Tantine, I am feeling the absolute devil tonight. Will you come and have supper with me after this infernal ballet is over?"
"Gritzko--what is it? Something has disturbed you!"
He leant forward and rested his chin on his hands. "Well, your haughty guest touched me with too sharp a spur, perhaps," he said, "but she was right. I do waste my life. I have been thinking of my mother. I believe she might not be pleased with me sometimes. And then I felt mad, and now I must do something to forget. So if you won"t sup--"
"Oh! Gritzko!" the Princess said.
"I telephoned home and ordered things to be ready. I know you don"t like a restaurant. Say you will come," and he kissed her hand. "I have asked all the rest." And the Princess had to consent!
"You must promise not to quarrel any more with my G.o.dchild if we do. I am sure you frighten and upset her, Gritzko--promise me," she said. He laughed.
"I upset her! She is too cold and good to be upset!"
Tamara still continued to talk to Valonne, and presently they all moved into the box, and the Prince sat down beside her, and again as he leaned over in the shaded light that nameless physical thrill crept over her. Was she really cold, she asked herself. If so, why should she shiver as she was shivering now?
"I wonder if you have any heart at all, Madame?" he said. "If under the mummy"s wrappings there is some flesh and blood?"
Then she turned and answered him with pa.s.sion. "Of course there is,"
she said.
He bent over still nearer. "Just for to-night, shall we not quarrel or spar?" he whispered. "See, I will treat you as a sister and friend. I want to be petted and spoilt--I am sad."
Tamara, of course, melted at once! His extraordinarily attractive voice was very deep and had a note in it which touched her heart.
"Please don"t be sad," she said softly. "Perhaps you think I was unkind to-day, but indeed it was only because--Oh! because it seemed to me such waste that you--you should be like that."
"It hurt like the fiend, you know," he said, "the thought of the d.a.m.ned circus. I think we are particularly sensitive as a race to those sort of things. If you had been a man I would have killed you."
"I hated to hear what you told me," and Tamara looked down. "It seemed so dreadful--so barbaric--and so childish for a man who really has a brain. If you were just an animal person like some of the others are, it would not have mattered; but you--please I would like you never to do any of these mad things again--"
Then she stopped suddenly and grew tenderly pink. She realized the inference he must read in her words.
He did not speak for a moment, only devoured her with his great blue-gray eyes. Of what he was thinking she did not know. It made her uncomfortable and a little ashamed. Why had she melted, it was never any use. So she drew herself up stiffly and leaned back in her seat.
Then down at the side by the folds of her dress he caught her hand while he said quite low:
"Madame, I must know--do you mean that?"
"Yes," she said, and tried to take away her hand. "Yes, I mean that I think it dreadful for any human being to throw things away--and Oh! I would like you to be very great."
He did not let go her hand, indeed he held it the more tightly.
"You are a dear after all, and I will try," he said. "And when I have pleased you you must give me a reward."
"Alas! What reward could I give you, Prince," she sighed.
"That I will tell you when the time comes."
Thus peace seemed to be restored, and soon the curtain fell for the interval before the last act, and the Prince got up and went out of the box.
He did not reappear again, but was waiting for them to start for his house.
"I met Stephen Strong, Tantine," he said. "He left me at Trieste, you know, and only arrived in Petersburg to-day. He has got a cousin with him, Lord something, so I have asked them both to come along. They will be a little late they said."
"It is not Jack Courtray by chance--is it?" Tamara asked, in an interested voice, as they went. "Mr. Strong has a cousin who lives near us in the country and he is always traveling about."
"Yes, I think that is the name--Courtray. So you know him then!" and the Prince leant forward from the seat which faced them. "An ami d"enfance?"
"We used to play cricket and fish and bird"s-nest," she said. "Tom--my brother Tom--was his f.a.g at Eton--he is one of my oldest friends--dear old Jack."
"How fortunate I met him to-night!"
"Indeed, yes."