“Will you take the bouquet-holder that I chose the other week for Marfinka’s birthday to the goldsmith?” she said, handing him her purse. “I gave him some pearls to set in it, and her name should be engraved. And could you be up as early as eight o’clock on her birthday?”
“Of course. If necessary, I can stay up all night!”
“I have already spoken to the gardener, who owns the big orangery. Would you choose me a nice bouquet and send it to me. I have confidence in your taste.”
“Your confidence in me makes progress, Vera,” he laughed. “You already trust my taste and my honour.”
“I would have seen to all this myself,” she went on, “but I have not the strength.”
Next day Raisky took the bouquet holder, and discussed the arrangement of the flowers with the gardener. He himself bought for Marfinka an elegant watch and chain, with two hundred roubles which he borrowed from Tiet Nikonich, for Tatiana Markovna would not have given him so much money for the purpose, and would have betrayed the secret. In Tiet Nikonich’s room he found a dressing table decked with muslin and lace, with a mirror encased in a china frame of flowers and Cupids, a beautiful specimen of Sèvres work.
“Where did you get this treasure?” cried Raisky, who could not take his eyes from the thing. “What a lovely piece!”
“It is my gift for Marfa Vassilievna,” said Tiet Nikonich with his kind smile. “I am glad it pleases you, for you are a connoisseur. Your liking for it assures me that the dear birthday child will appreciate it as a wedding gift. She is a lovely girl, just like these roses. The Cupids will smile when they see her charming face in the mirror. Please don’t tell Tatiana Markovna of my secret.”
“This beautiful piece must have cost over two thousand roubles, and you cannot possibly have bought it here.”
“My Grandfather gave five thousand roubles for it, and it was part of my Mother’s house-furnishing and until now it stood in her bedroom, left untouched in my birth-place. I had it brought here last month, and to make sure it should not be broken, six men carried it in alternate shifts for the whole hundred and fifty versts. I had a new muslin cover made, but the lace is old; you will notice how yellow it is. Ladies like these things, although they don’t matter to us.”