"As you see, I am making a hit," answered the baroness in the same quiet tone. But her manner was so detached and indifferent that no one could have guessed her remark was of the least significance. It should be noted that this was her first official presentation to St. Petersburg society. And in truth her beauty, united with her lively intellect, her amiability, and her perfect taste in dress, had produced a general and even remarkable effect. People talked about her and became interested in her, and her first evening won her several admirers among those well placed in society.
"I have been paying attention to the solid capitalists," replied
Karozitch; "we have made our début in the rôle of practical
actors. Well, what about him?" he continued, indicating Prince
Shadursky with his eyes.
"In the web," she replied, with a subtle smile.
"Then we can soon suck his brains?"
"Soon—but he must be tied tighter first. But we must not talk here." A moment later Karozitch and the baroness were in the midst of the brilliant groups of guests.
A few late comers were still arriving. "Count Kallash!" announced the footman, who stood at the chief entrance to the large hall.
At this new and almost unknown but high-sounding name, many eyes were turned toward the door through which the newcomer must enter. A hum of talk spread among the guests:
"Count Kallash——"
"Who is he——?"
"It is a Hungarian name—I think I heard of him somewhere."