"Are those Russians?"
"Yes, sir: a Russian Governor and his family."
"What kind faces they always have." "Very nice people."
"The best of the Slavs of course."
"They are a trifle careless I should say."
"Careless? Why?"
"It seems so to me—they are careless in their treatment of people."
The fat Russian blushed and, smiling broadly, said in a subdued tone:
"They are speaking about us."
"What?" asked the elder lady, with a disdainful grimace.