"We cannot yet wear colors, but whites and grays and mauves--and won"t it be a relief from all this black," Princess Sonia said.
When they had all gone and Tamara was dressing for dinner, she felt decidedly less depressed. She had succeeded better than she had hoped.
She had contrived to outwit the Prince, when he had plainly shown his intention was to continue talking to her, she had turned from one to another, and finally sat down by a handsome Chevalier Garde. In companies she had a chance, but when they were alone!--however, that was simple, because she must arrange that they should never be alone.
CHAPTER XIII
It was perhaps a fortunate thing that for three days after this the Prince was kept at his military duties at Tsarskoi-Selo, and could not come to Petersburg, for he was in a mood that could easily mean mischief. Tamara also was inclined to take things in no docile spirit.
She felt very unhappy, underneath her gay exterior. It was not agreeable to her self-respect to realize she was fleeing from a place because she loved a man whose actions showed he did not entertain the same degree of feeling for her. No amount of attention from any other quite salved that ever-constant inward hurt.
She went often through strange moments. In the middle of a casual conversation suddenly back would come a wave of remembrance of the dawn drive in the troika, and she would actually quiver with physical emotion as the vivid recollection of the bliss of it would sweep over her.
Then she would clench her hands and determine more fiercely than ever to banish such memories. But with all her will, hardly for ten minutes at a time could she keep Gritzko from her thoughts. His influence over her was growing into an obsession.
She wondered why he did not come. She would not ask her G.o.dmother. The three days pa.s.sed in a feverish, gnawing unrest; and on the third evening they went to the ballet again.
Opposite them, in a box, a very dark young woman was seated. She had a hard, determined face, and she was well dressed, and not too covered with jewels.
"That is a celebrated lady," Count Valonne said. "You must look at her, Madame Loraine; she was one of the best dancers at the ballet, and last year she tried to commit suicide in a charmingly dramatic way at one of Gritzko"s parties. She was at the time perhaps his _chere amie_--one never knows, but in all cases violently in love with him--and is still, for the matter of that--or so it is said--and in the middle of rather a wild feast he was giving for her, she suddenly drank off some poison, after making the terrifying announcement of her intention! We were all petrified with horror, but he remained quite calm, and, seizing her, he poured a whole bottle of salad oil down her throat, and then sent for a doctor!--Of course the poor lady recovered, and the romantic end was quite _rate!_--She was perfectly furious, one heard--and married a rich slate merchant the week after. Wasn"t it like Gritzko? He said the affair was vulgar, and he sent her a large diamond bracelet, and never spoke to her again!"
Tamara felt her cheeks burn--and her pride galled her more than ever.
So she and the ex-dancer were in the same boat?--but she at least would not try to commit suicide and be restored by--salad oil!
"How perfectly ridiculous!" she said, with rather a bitter little laugh. "What complete bathos!"
"It was unfortunate, was it not?" Valonne went on, and he glanced at Tamara sideways.
He guessed that she was interested in the Prince; but Valonne was a charming creature with an understanding eye, and in their set was in great request. He knew exactly the right thing to talk about to each different person, as a perfect diplomat should, and he was too tactful and sympathetic to tease poor Tamara. On the contrary, he told her casually that Gritzko had been on some duty these three days, in case she did not know it.
From the beginning Tamara always had liked Valonne.
Then into the box came the same good-looking Chevalier Garde, Count Varishkine, whom she had talked to on the last occasion of Gritzko"s visit, and the spirit of hurt pride caused her to be most gracious with him. Meanwhile the Princess Ardacheff watched her with a faint sensation of uneasiness, and at last whispered to Stephen Strong:
"Does not my G.o.dchild seem to be developing new characteristics, Stephen? She is so very stately and quiet; and yet to-night it would almost seem she is being flirtatious with Boris Varishkine.--I trust we shall have no complications. What do you think?"
Mr. Strong laughed.
"It will depend upon how much it angers Gritzko. It could come to mean anything--bloodshed, a scandal, or merely bringing things to a crisis between them.--Let us hope, for the latter."
"Indeed, yes."
"You must remember, for an Englishwoman it would be very difficult to grasp all the possibilities in the character of Gritzko. We are not accustomed to these tempestuous headlong natures in our calm country."
"Fortunately Boris and Gritzko are very great friends."
"I never heard that the warmest friendship prevented jealousy between men," Stephen Strong said, a little cynically--he had suffered a good deal in his youth.
"I am delighted we are going to Moscow. There will be no Boris, and I shall arrange for my two children to be together as much as possible. I feel that is the surest way," the Princess answered; and they talked of other things.
After the ballet was over the party went on to supper at Cubat"s in a private room, contrary to the Princess" custom. But it was Stephen Strong"s entertainment, and he had no house to invite them to.
As they pa.s.sed down the pa.s.sage to their salon the door of another opened as a waiter came out, and loud laughter and clatter of gla.s.s burst forth, and above the din one shrill girl"s treble screamed:
"Gritzko! Oh, Gritzko!"
The food nearly choked Tamara when they reached their room, and supper began. It was not, of course, a heinous crime for the Prince to be entertaining ladies of another world. But on the top of everything else it raised a wild revolt in her heart, and a raging disgust with herself. Never, never should she unbend to him again. She _would not_ love him.
Alas! for the impotency of human wills! Only the demonstrations of love can be controlled, the emotion itself comes from heaven--or h.e.l.l, and is omnipotent. Poor Tamara might as well have determined to keep the sun from rising as to keep herself from loving Gritzko.
She was quite aware that men--even the nicest men--like Jack and her brother Tom, sometimes went out with people she would not care to know; but to have the fact brought under her very observation disgusted her fine senses. To realize that the man she loved was at the moment perhaps kissing some ordinary woman, revolted and galled her immeasurably. But if she had known it this night, at least, the Prince was innocent. He had strolled into that room with some brother officers, and was not the giver of the feast. And a few minutes after Mr. Strong"s party had begun their repast he opened the door.
"May I come in, Stephen?" he asked. "I heard you were all here, Serge saw you. I have just arrived from Tsarskoi, and must eat."
And of course he was warmly welcomed and pressed to take a seat, while Valonne chaffed him in an undertone about the joys he had precipitately left.
Tamara"s face was the picture of disdain. But the Prince sat beside her G.o.dmother, apparently unconcerned. He did not trouble to address her specially, and before the end of supper, in spite of rage and disgust and anger--and shame, she was longing for him to talk to her.
The only consolation she had was once when they went out, as she looked up sweetly at Count Varishkine she caught a fierce expression stealing over Gritzko"s face.
So even though he did not love her really he could still feel jealous; that was something, at all events!
Thus in these paltry rages and irritations, these two human beings pa.s.sed the next three days--when their real souls were capable of something great.
Prince Milaslavski, to every one"s surprise, appeared continuously in the world.
Tamara and the Princess met him everywhere, and while the Princess did her best to throw them together, Tamara maneuvered so that not once could he speak to her alone, while she was a.s.siduously charming to every one else. Now it was old Prince Miklefski or Stephen Strong, now one of the husbands, or Jack, and just often enough to give things a zest she was bewitching to the handsome Chevalier Garde.
And the strange, fierce light in Gritzko"s eyes did not decrease.
The night before the Ardacheff ball they were going to a reception at one of the Emba.s.sies for a foreign King and Queen, who were paying a visit to the Court, and Tamara dressed with unusual care, and fastened her high tiara in her soft brown hair.
The Prince should see her especially attractive, she thought.
But when they arrived at the great house and walked among the brilliant throng no Prince was to be seen!--It might be he had no intention to come.
Presently Tamara went off to the refreshment room with her friend Valonne.
The conversation turned to Gritzko with an easy swing.
He seemed on the brink of one of his maddest fits. Valonne had seen him in the club just before dinner.
"If you really go to England I think he will follow you, Madame," he said.
"How ridiculous!" and Tamara laughed. "How can it make a difference to him whether I go or no? We do not exist for one another," and she fanned herself rather rapidly, while Valonne smiled a fine smile.