“Do you know who applauded you the most this evening?”
“No,” said Annouchka indifferently.
“The daughter of General Trebassof.”
“Yes, that is true, on my word,” cried Ivan Petrovitch.
“Yes, yes, Natacha was there,” joined in the other friends from the datcha des Iles.
“For me, I saw her weep,” said Rouletabille, looking at Annouchka fixedly.
But Annouchka replied in an icy tone:
“I do not know her.”
“She is unlucky in having a father...” Prince Galitch commenced.
“Prince, no politics, or let me take my leave,” clucked Gounsovski. “Your health, dear Annouchka.”