"Very," Harry replies, and his manner suddenly grows cold and constrained. "But allow me to speak to your wife," he adds. "By the way, who is the young lady beside her?"
"H'm! a relative,--a cousin of my wife's."
"Present me, I pray," says Harry.
He then pays his respects to the Countess Treurenberg and to her companion, whose name he now learns is Olga Dangeri.
The Countess offers him her finger-tips with a gracious smile. Olga Dangeri, nodding slightly, raises her dark, mysterious eyes, looks him full in the face for a moment, and then turns away indifferent. The servant comes out of the post-office with a great bundle of letters, which the Countess receives from him, and with two or three packages, which he hands over to the maids.
"What are you waiting for, Lato? Get in," the Countess says.
"Drive on. I shall stay here with Leskjewitsch for a while," Treurenberg replies.
"Mamma is waiting breakfast for us."
"I shall breakfast in the Casino. My respects to your mother."
"As you please." The young Countess bows to Harry stiffly, with a discontented air, the horses start, a cloud of dust rises, and the landau rolls away. With his eyes half closed, Harry looks after the heavy brown carriage-horses.