On hearing herself called by her Christian name, Dora was indignant.
"General, once more I beg of you, I'm afraid you forget yourself."
At this moment a servant entered the room.
"A telegram for his Excellency," said he. Then he handed the telegram to the General, and retired after receiving Dora's order to bring tea.
Sabaroff read the despatch to Dora: "Approved by Council of War. Final decision left to you. If you yourself approve, offer five hundred thousand roubles."
Dora was standing at the fireplace, with one foot on the fender. Sabaroff, with the telegram in his hand, gave her a look which seemed to say: "When I said powerful, you see I was right."
The servant brought the tea, which he placed on a table near Dora, and retired.
Dora poured out two cups.
"No milk, I think—a little rum and some lemon, à la Russe?"
"Thank you," said Sabaroff.