"What is it?" he called out, angrily.
"A messenger from Madame Jeliagin."
"Come in! What is it?"
"He left this note for monsieur," said the waiter.
Lensky tore it open.
"A carriage!" he called out to the waiter, who had waited for an answer. "But quickly!"
The waiter left the room; Lensky once more glanced at the note.
"Come at once. Barbara."
Nothing further. What could have happened? He took his hat, followed quite on the waiter's heels, and sprang in the carriage.
"Avenue Wagram, No. ----," he called to the driver, "as fast as you can."