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by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

that I should attend her in her rooms. "She is in a bad

  humour," added Potapitch.

  The time was half-past three.

  "My mistress was unable to sleep," explained Potapitch; "so,

  after tossing about for a while, she suddenly rose, called

  for her chair, and sent me to look for you. She is now in the

  verandah."

  "Quelle megere!" exclaimed De Griers.

  True enough, I found Madame in the hotel verandah -much put

  about at my delay, for she had been unable to contain herself

  until four o'clock.

  "Lift me up," she cried to the bearers, and once more we set

  out for the roulette-salons.

  XII

  The Grandmother was in an impatient, irritable frame of mind.

  Without doubt the roulette had turned her head, for she

  appeared to be indifferent to everything else, and, in

  general, seemed much distraught. For instance, she asked me no

  questions about objects en route, except that, when a

  sumptuous barouche passed us and raised a cloud of dust, she

  lifted her hand for a moment, and inquired, " What was that? "

  Yet even then she did not appear to hear my reply, although at

  times her abstraction was interrupted by sallies and fits of

  sharp, impatient fidgeting. Again, when I pointed out to her

  the Baron and Baroness Burmergelm walking to the Casino, she

  merely looked at them in an absent-minded sort of way, and

  said with complete indifference, "Ah!" Then, turning

  sharply to Potapitch and Martha, who were walking behind us,

  she rapped out:

  "Why have YOU attached yourselves to the party? We are not

  going to take you with us every time. Go home at once." Then,

  when the servants had pulled hasty bows and departed, she

  added to me: "You are all the escort I need."

  At the Casino the Grandmother seemed to be expected, for no

  time was lost in procuring her former place beside the

  croupier. It is my opinion that though croupiers seem such

  ordinary, humdrum officials--men who care nothing whether the

  bank wins or loses--they are, in reality, anything but

  indifferent to the bank's losing, and are given instructions

  to attract players, and to keep a watch over the bank's

  interests; as also, that for such services, these officials are

  awarded prizes and premiums. At all events, the croupiers of

  Roulettenberg seemed to look upon the Grandmother as their

  lawful prey-- whereafter there befell what our party had

  foretold.

  It happened thus:

  As soon as ever we arrived the Grandmother ordered me to stake

  twelve ten-gulden pieces in succession upon zero. Once,

  twice, and thrice I did so, yet zero never turned up.

  "Stake again," said the old lady with an impatient nudge of my

  elbow, and I obeyed.

  "How many times have we lost? " she inquired--actually

  grinding her teeth in her excitement.

  "We have lost 144 ten-gulden pieces," I replied. "I tell you,

  Madame, that zero may not turn up until nightfall."

  "Never mind," she interrupted. "Keep on staking upon zero,

  and also stake a thousand gulden upon rouge. Here is a

  banknote with which to do so."

  The red turned up, but zero missed again, and we only got our

  thousand gulden back.

  "But you see, you see " whispered the old lady. "We have now

  recovered almost all that we staked. Try zero again. Let us do

  so another ten times, and then leave off."

  By the fifth round, however, the Grandmother was weary of the

  scheme.

  "To the devil with that zero!" she exclaimed. Stake four

  thousand gulden upon the red."

  "But, Madame, that will be so much to venture!" I

  remonstrated. "Suppose the red should not turn up?" The

  Grandmother almost struck me in her excitement. Her agitation

  was rapidly making her quarrelsome. Consequently, there was

  nothing for it but to stake the whole four thousand gulden as

  she had directed.

  The wheel revolved while the Grandmother sat as bolt upright,

  and with as proud and quiet a mien, as though she had not the

  least doubt of winning.

  "Zero!" cried the croupier.

  At first the old lady failed to understand the situation; but,

  as soon as she saw the croupier raking in her four thousand

  gulden, together with everything else that happened to be

  lying on the table, and recognised that the zero which had

  been so long turning up, and on which we had lost nearly two

  hundred ten-gulden pieces, had at length, as though of set

  purpose, made a sudden reappearance--why, the poor old lady

  fell to cursing it, and to throwing herself about, and wailing

  and gesticulating at the company at large. Indeed, some

  people in our vicinity actually burst out laughing.

  "To think that that accursed zero should have turned up NOW!"

  she sobbed. "The accursed, accursed thing! And, it is all

  YOUR fault," she added, rounding upon me in a frenzy. "It

  was you who persuaded me to cease staking upon it."

  "But, Madame, I only explained the game to you. How am I to

  answer for every mischance which may occur in it?"

  "You and your mischances!" she whispered threateningly.

  "Go! Away at once!"

  "Farewell, then, Madame." And I turned to depart.

  "No-- stay," she put in hastily. "Where are you going to? Why

  should you leave me? You fool! No, no... stay here. It is I who

  was the fool. Tell me what I ought to do."

  "I cannot take it upon myself to advise you, for you will only

  blame me if I do so. Play at your own discretion. Say exactly

  what you wish staked, and I will stake it."

  "Very well. Stake another four thousand gulden upon the red.

  Take this banknote to do it with. I have still got twenty

  thousand roubles in actual cash."

  "But," I whispered, "such a quantity of money--"

  "Never mind. I cannot rest until I have won back my losses.

  Stake!"

  I staked, and we lost.

  "Stake again, stake again--eight thousand at a stroke!"

  "I cannot, Madame. The largest stake allowed is four thousand

  gulden."

  "Well, then; stake four thousand."

  This time we won, and the Grandmother recovered herself a

  little.

  "You see, you see!" she exclaimed as she nudged me. "Stake

  another four thousand."

  I did so, and lost. Again, and yet again, we lost. "Madame,

  your twelve thousand gulden are now gone," at length I

  reported.

  "I see they are," she replied with, as it were, the calmness

  of despair. "I see they are," she muttered again as she

  gazed straight in front of her, like a person lost in

  thought. "Ah well, I do not mean to rest until I have staked

  another four thousand."

  "But you have no money with which to do it, Madame. In this

  satchel I can see only a few five percent bonds and some

  transfers--no actual cash."

  "And in the purse?"

  "A mere trifle."

  "But there is a money-changer's office here, is th
ere not?

  They told me I should be able to get any sort of paper

  security changed! "

  "Quite so; to any amount you please. But you will lose on the

  transaction what would frighten even a Jew."

  "Rubbish! I am DETERMINED to retrieve my losses. Take me

  away, and call those fools of bearers."

  I wheeled the chair out of the throng, and, the bearers making

  their appearance, we left the Casino.

  "Hurry, hurry!" commanded the Grandmother. "Show me the

  nearest way to the money-changer's. Is it far?"

  "A couple of steps, Madame."

  At the turning from the square into the Avenue we came face to

  face with the whole of our party--the General, De Griers, Mlle.

  Blanche, and her mother. Only Polina and Mr. Astley were

  absent.

  "Well, well, well! " exclaimed the Grandmother. "But we have

  no time to stop. What do you want? I can't talk to you here."

  I dropped behind a little, and immediately was pounced upon by

  De Griers.

  "She has lost this morning's winnings," I whispered, "and

  also twelve thousand gulden of her original money. At the

  present moment we are going to get some bonds changed."

  De Griers stamped his foot with vexation, and hastened to

  communicate the tidings to the General. Meanwhile we

  continued to wheel the old lady along.

  "Stop her, stop her," whispered the General in consternation.

  "You had better try and stop her yourself," I returned--also in

  a whisper.

  "My good mother," he said as he approached her, "--my good

  mother, pray let, let--" (his voice was beginning to tremble

  and sink) "--let us hire a carriage, and go for a drive. Near

  here there is an enchanting view to be obtained. We-we-we were

  just coming to invite you to go and see it."

  "Begone with you and your views!" said the Grandmother

  angrily as she waved him away.

  "And there are trees there, and we could have tea under them,"

  continued the General--now in utter despair.

  "Nous boirons du lait, sur l'herbe fraiche," added De Griers

  with the snarl almost of a wild beast.

  "Du lait, de l'herbe fraiche"--the idyll, the ideal of the

  Parisian bourgeois--his whole outlook upon "la nature et la

  verite"!

  "Have done with you and your milk!" cried the old lady. "Go

  and stuff YOURSELF as much as you like, but my stomach simply

  recoils from the idea. What are you stopping for? I have

  nothing to say to you."

  "Here we are, Madame," I announced. "Here is the

  moneychanger's office."

  I entered to get the securities changed, while the Grandmother

  remained outside in the porch, and the rest waited at a

  little distance, in doubt as to their best course of action.

  At length the old lady turned such an angry stare upon them

  that they departed along the road towards the Casino.

  The process of changing involved complicated calculations

  which soon necessitated my return to the Grandmother for

  instructions.

  "The thieves!" she exclaimed as she clapped her hands

  together. "Never mind, though. Get the documents cashed--No;

  send the banker out to me," she added as an afterthought.

  "Would one of the clerks do, Madame?"

  "Yes, one of the clerks. The thieves!"

  The clerk consented to come out when he perceived that he was

  being asked for by an old lady who was too infirm to walk;

  after which the Grandmother began to upbraid him at length,

  and with great vehemence, for his alleged usuriousness, and

  to bargain with him in a mixture of Russian, French, and

  German--I acting as interpreter. Meanwhile, the grave-faced

  official eyed us both, and silently nodded his head. At the

  Grandmother, in particular, he gazed with a curiosity which

  almost bordered upon rudeness. At length, too, he smiled.

  "Pray recollect yourself!" cried the old lady. "And may my

  money choke you! Alexis Ivanovitch, tell him that we can

  easily repair to someone else."

  "The clerk says that others will give you even less than he."

  Of what the ultimate calculations consisted I do not exactly

  remember, but at all events they were alarming. Receiving

  twelve thousand florins in gold, I took also the statement of

  accounts, and carried it out to the Grandmother.

  "Well, well," she said, "I am no accountant. Let us hurry

  away, hurry away." And she waved the paper aside.

  "Neither upon that accursed zero, however, nor upon that

  equally accursed red do I mean to stake a cent," I muttered to

  myself as I entered the Casino.

  This time I did all I could to persuade the old lady to stake

  as little as possible--saying that a turn would come in the

  chances when she would be at liberty to stake more. But she

  was so impatient that, though at first she agreed to do as I

  suggested, nothing could stop her when once she had begun. By

  way of prelude she won stakes of a hundred and two hundred

  gulden.

  "There you are!" she said as she nudged me. "See what we

  have won! Surely it would be worth our while to stake four

  thousand instead of a hundred, for we might win another four

  thousand, and then--! Oh, it was YOUR fault before--all your

  fault!"

  I felt greatly put out as I watched her play, but I decided to

  hold my tongue, and to give her no more advice.

  Suddenly De Griers appeared on the scene. It seemed that all

  this while he and his companions had been standing beside us--

  though I noticed that Mlle. Blanche had withdrawn a little

  from the rest, and was engaged in flirting with the Prince.

  Clearly the General was greatly put out at this. Indeed, he

  was in a perfect agony of vexation. But Mlle. was careful

  never to look his way, though he did his best to attract her

  notice. Poor General! By turns his face blanched and reddened,

  and he was trembling to such an extent that he could scarcely

  follow the old lady's play. At length Mlle. and the Prince

  took their departure, and the General followed them.

  "Madame, Madame," sounded the honeyed accents of De Griers as

  he leant over to whisper in the Grandmother's ear. "That

  stake will never win. No, no, it is impossible," he added in

  Russian with a writhe. "No, no!"

  "But why not?" asked the Grandmother, turning round. "Show

  me what I ought to do."

  Instantly De Griers burst into a babble of French as he

  advised, jumped about, declared that such and such chances

  ought to be waited for, and started to make calculations of

  figures. All this he addressed to me in my capacity as

  translator--tapping the table the while with his finger, and

  pointing hither and thither. At length he seized a pencil, and

  began to reckon sums on paper until he had exhausted the

  Grandmother's patience.

  "Away with you!" she interrupted. "You talk sheer nonsense,

  for, though you keep on saying 'Madame, Madame,' you haven't

  the least notion what ought to
be done. Away with you, I say!"

  "Mais, Madame," cooed De Griers--and straightway started

  afresh with his fussy instructions.

  "Stake just ONCE, as he advises," the Grandmother said to me,

  "and then we shall see what we shall see. Of course, his

  stake MIGHT win."

  As a matter of fact, De Grier's one object was to distract the

  old lady from staking large sums; wherefore, he now suggested

  to her that she should stake upon certain numbers, singly and

  in groups. Consequently, in accordance with his instructions, I

  staked a ten-gulden piece upon several odd numbers in the

  first twenty, and five ten-gulden pieces upon certain groups

  of numbers-groups of from twelve to eighteen, and from

  eighteen to twenty-four. The total staked amounted to 160

  gulden.

  The wheel revolved. "Zero!" cried the croupier.

  We had lost it all!

  "The fool!" cried the old lady as she turned upon De Griers.

  "You infernal Frenchman, to think that you should advise!

  Away with you! Though you fuss and fuss, you don't even know

  what you're talking about."

  Deeply offended, De Griers shrugged his shoulders, favoured

  the Grandmother with a look of contempt, and departed. For

  some time past he had been feeling ashamed of being seen in

  such company, and this had proved the last straw.

  An hour later we had lost everything in hand.

  "Home!" cried the Grandmother.

  Not until we had turned into the Avenue did she utter a word;

  but from that point onwards, until we arrived at the hotel,

  she kept venting exclamations of "What a fool I am! What a

  silly old fool I am, to be sure!"

  Arrived at the hotel, she called for tea, and then gave orders

  for her luggage to be packed.

  "We are off again," she announced.

  "But whither, Madame?" inquired Martha.

  "What business is that of YOURS? Let the cricket stick to

  its hearth. [The Russian form of "Mind your own business."]

  Potapitch, have everything packed, for we are returning to

  Moscow at once. I have fooled away fifteen thousand roubles."

  "Fifteen thousand roubles, good mistress? My God!" And

  Potapitch spat upon his hands--probably to show that he was

  ready to serve her in any way he could.

  "Now then, you fool! At once you begin with your weeping and

  wailing! Be quiet, and pack. Also, run downstairs, and get my

  hotel bill."

  "The next train leaves at 9:30, Madame," I interposed, with a

  view to checking her agitation.

  "And what is the time now?"

  "Half-past eight."

  "How vexing! But, never mind. Alexis Ivanovitch, I have not a

  kopeck left; I have but these two bank notes. Please run to

  the office and get them changed. Otherwise I shall have

  nothing to travel with."

  Departing on her errand, I returned half an hour later to find

  the whole party gathered in her rooms. It appeared that the

  news of her impending departure for Moscow had thrown the

  conspirators into consternation even greater than her losses

  had done. For, said they, even if her departure should save

  her fortune, what will become of the General later? And who

  is to repay De Griers? Clearly Mlle. Blanche would never

  consent to wait until the Grandmother was dead, but would at

  once elope with the Prince or someone else. So they had all

  gathered together--endeavouring to calm and dissuade the

  Grandmother. Only Polina was absent. For her pad the

  Grandmother had nothing for the party but abuse.

  "Away with you, you rascals!" she was shouting. "What have my

  affairs to do with you? Why, in particular, do you"--here

  she indicated De Griers--"come sneaking here with your goat's

  beard? And what do YOU"--here she turned to Mlle. Blanche

  "want of me? What are YOU finicking for?"

  "Diantre!" muttered Mlle. under her breath, but her eyes

  were flashing. Then all at once she burst into a laugh and

 

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