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 			<p>In silence I took the money.</p>
 			<p>“You must not be offended at what I say,” he continued. “You are too touchy about these things. What I have said I have said merely as a warning. To do so is no more than my right.”</p>
 			<p>When returning home with the children before luncheon, I met a cavalcade of our party riding to view some ruins. Two splendid carriages, magnificently horsed, with <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Blanche, Maria Philipovna, and Polina Alexandrovna in one of them, and the Frenchman, the Englishman, and the General in attendance on horseback! The passersby stopped to stare at them, for the effect was splendid⁠—the General could not have improved upon it. I calculated that, with the 4,000 francs which I had brought with me, added to what my patrons seemed already to have acquired, the party must be in possession of at least 7,000 or 8,000 francs⁠—though that would be none too much for <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Blanche, who, with her mother and the Frenchman, was also lodging in our hotel. The latter gentleman was called by the lackeys “Monsieur le Comte,” and <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Blanche’s mother was dubbed “Madame la Comtesse.” Perhaps in very truth they <em>were</em> “Comte et Comtesse.”</p>
-			<p>I knew that “Monsieur le Comte” would take no notice of me when we met at dinner, as also that the General would not dream of introducing us, nor of recommending me to the “Comte.” However, the latter had lived awhile in Russia, and knew that the person referred to as an “<i xml:lang="ru">utchitel</i>” is never looked upon as a bird of fine feather. Of course, strictly speaking, he knew me; but I was an uninvited guest at the luncheon⁠—the General had forgotten to arrange otherwise, or I should have been dispatched to dine at the table d’hôte. Nevertheless, I presented myself in such guise that the General looked at me with a touch of approval; and, though the good Maria Philipovna was for showing me my place, the fact of my having previously met the Englishman, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Astley, saved me, and thenceforward I figured as one of the company.</p>
+			<p>I knew that “Monsieur le Comte” would take no notice of me when we met at dinner, as also that the General would not dream of introducing us, nor of recommending me to the “Comte.” However, the latter had lived awhile in Russia, and knew that the person referred to as an “<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>” is never looked upon as a bird of fine feather. Of course, strictly speaking, he knew me; but I was an uninvited guest at the luncheon⁠—the General had forgotten to arrange otherwise, or I should have been dispatched to dine at the table d’hôte. Nevertheless, I presented myself in such guise that the General looked at me with a touch of approval; and, though the good Maria Philipovna was for showing me my place, the fact of my having previously met the Englishman, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Astley, saved me, and thenceforward I figured as one of the company.</p>
 			<p>This strange Englishman I had met first in Prussia, where we had happened to sit vis-à-vis in a railway train in which I was travelling to overtake our party; while, later, I had run across him in France, and again in Switzerland⁠—twice within the space of two weeks! To think, therefore, that I should suddenly encounter him again here, in Roulettenberg! Never in my life had I known a more retiring man, for he was shy to the pitch of imbecility, yet well aware of the fact (for he was no fool). At the same time, he was a gentle, amiable sort of an individual, and, even on our first encounter in Prussia I had contrived to draw him out, and he had told me that he had just been to the North Cape, and was now anxious to visit the fair at Nizhni Novgorod. How he had come to make the General’s acquaintance I do not know, but, apparently, he was much struck with Polina. Also, he was delighted that I should sit next him at table, for he appeared to look upon me as his bosom friend.</p>
 			<p>During the meal the Frenchman was in great feather: he was discursive and pompous to everyone. In Moscow too, I remembered, he had blown a great many bubbles. Interminably he discoursed on finance and Russian politics, and though, at times, the General made feints to contradict him, he did so humbly, and as though wishing not wholly to lose sight of his own dignity.</p>
 			<p>For myself, I was in a curious frame of mind. Even before luncheon was half finished I had asked myself the old, eternal question: “<em>Why</em> do I continue to dance attendance upon the General, instead of having left him and his family long ago?” Every now and then I would glance at Polina Alexandrovna, but she paid me no attention; until eventually I became so irritated that I decided to play the boor.</p>
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 			<p>“And why are you yourself so interested in them?” was her retort as she eyed me with dry grimness.</p>
 			<p>“Never mind. If I am not mistaken, the General has succeeded in borrowing money of the Marquis.”</p>
 			<p>“It may be so.”</p>
-			<p>“Is it likely that the Marquis would have lent the money if he had not known something or other about your grandmother? Did you notice, too, that three times during luncheon, when speaking of her, he called her ‘<i xml:lang="ru">La</i> <i xml:lang="ru">Baboulenka</i>’?<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-1" id="noteref-1" epub:type="noteref">1</a> What loving, friendly behaviour, to be sure!”</p>
+			<p>“Is it likely that the Marquis would have lent the money if he had not known something or other about your grandmother? Did you notice, too, that three times during luncheon, when speaking of her, he called her ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">La</i> <i xml:lang="ru-Latn">Baboulenka</i>’?<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-1" id="noteref-1" epub:type="noteref">1</a> What loving, friendly behaviour, to be sure!”</p>
 			<p>“Yes, that is true. As soon as ever he learnt that I was likely to inherit something from her he began to pay me his addresses. I thought you ought to know that.”</p>
 			<p>“Then he has only just begun his courting? Why, I thought he had been doing so a long while!”</p>
 			<p>“You <em>know</em> he has not,” retorted Polina angrily. “But where on earth did you pick up this Englishman?” She said this after a pause.</p>

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 			<p>“This moment?”</p>
 			<p>“In half an hour.”</p>
 			<p>True enough, everything stood ready-packed⁠—trunks, portmanteaux, and all. Coffee had long been served.</p>
-			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, tu verras Paris. Dis donc, qu’est-ce que c’est qu’un</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru">utchitel</i>’? <i xml:lang="fr">Tu étais bien bête quand tu étais</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru">utchitel</i>.’ Where are my stockings? Please help me to dress.”</p>
+			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, tu verras Paris. Dis donc, qu’est-ce que c’est qu’un</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>’? <i xml:lang="fr">Tu étais bien bête quand tu étais</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>.’ Where are my stockings? Please help me to dress.”</p>
 			<p>And she lifted up a really ravishing foot⁠—small, swarthy, and not misshapen like the majority of feet which look dainty only in bottines. I laughed, and started to draw on to the foot a silk stocking, while <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Blanche sat on the edge of the bed and chattered.</p>
 			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, que feras-tu si je te prends avec moi?</i> First of all I must have fifty thousand francs, and you shall give them to me at Frankfurt. Then we will go on to Paris, where we will live together, <i xml:lang="fr">et je te ferai voir des étoiles en plein jour</i>. Yes, you shall see such women as your eyes have never lit upon.”</p>
 			<p>“Stop a moment. If I were to give you those fifty thousand francs, what should I have left for myself?”</p>
 			<p>“Another hundred thousand francs, please to remember. Besides, I could live with you in your rooms for a month, or even for two; or even for longer. But it would not take us more than two months to get through fifty thousand francs; for, look you, <i xml:lang="fr">je suis bonne enfante, et tu verras des étoiles</i>, you may be sure.”</p>
 			<p>“What? You mean to say that we should spend the whole in two months?”</p>
 			<p>“Certainly. Does that surprise you very much? Ah, <i xml:lang="fr">vil esclave</i>! Why, one month of that life would be better than all your previous existence. One month⁠—<i xml:lang="fr">et après, le déluge! Mais tu ne peux comprendre. Va!</i> Away, away! You are not worth it.⁠—<i xml:lang="fr">Ah, que fais-tu?</i>”</p>
 			<p>For, while drawing on the other stocking, I had felt constrained to kiss her. Immediately she shrunk back, kicked me in the face with her toes, and turned me neck and crop out of the room.</p>
-			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, mon</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru">utchitel</i>’,” she called after me, “<i xml:lang="fr">je t’attends, si tu veux.</i> I start in a quarter of an hour’s time.”</p>
+			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, mon</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>’,” she called after me, “<i xml:lang="fr">je t’attends, si tu veux.</i> I start in a quarter of an hour’s time.”</p>
 			<p>I returned to my own room with my head in a whirl. It was not my fault that Polina had thrown a packet in my face, and preferred <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Astley to myself. A few banknotes were still fluttering about the floor, and I picked them up. At that moment the door opened, and the landlord appeared⁠—a person who, until now, had never bestowed upon me so much as a glance. He had come to know if I would prefer to move to a lower floor⁠—to a suite which had just been tenanted by Count <abbr class="name eoc">V.</abbr></p>
 			<p>For a moment I reflected.</p>
 			<p>“No!” I shouted. “My account, please, for in ten minutes I shall be gone.”</p>