“It’s to be hoped so; for they’ve left no beauty for the lower, at all events.”
“We have very beautiful women in Poland,” said the courier.
“Why don’t you bring a few here, then?”
“There are a great many Polish ladies in Petersburg at this moment.”
“Then go down and order another bottle,” said McShane, “and we’ll drink their healths.”
The second bottle was finished, and McShane, who had been drinking before, became less cautious.
“You said,” observed he, “that you have many Polish ladies in Petersburg; did you ever hear of a Princess Czartowinky?—I think that’s the name.”
“Czartorinski, you mean,” replied Dimitri; “to be sure I did; I served in the family some years ago, when the old prince was alive. But where did you see her?”
“In England, to be sure.”
“Well, that’s probable, for she has just returned from travelling with her uncle.”