“Why, to-morrow! Do you not know, then? A great festival—and the local authorities have undertaken to organize it”...
“Let us go to the boulevard”...
“Not on any account, in this nasty cloak”...
“What! Have you ceased to love it?”...
I went out alone, and, meeting Princess Mary I asked her to keep the mazurka for me. She seemed surprised and delighted.
“I thought that you would only dance from necessity as on the last occasion,” she said, with a very charming smile...
She does not seem to notice Grushnitski’s absence at all.
“You will be agreeably surprised to-morrow,” I said to her.
“At what?”
“That is a secret... You will find it out yourself, at the ball.”