Lizaveta Ivanovna was sitting in her room, still in her ball dress, lost in deep thought.  On returning home, she had hastily dismissed the chambermaid who very reluctantly came forward to assist her, saying that she would undress herself, and with a trembling heart had gone up to her own room, expecting to find Hermann there, but yet hoping not to find him.  At the first glance she convinced herself that he was not there, and she thanked her fate for having prevented him keeping the appointment.  She sat down without undressing, and began to recall to mind all the circumstances which in so short a time had carried her so far.  It was not three weeks since the time when she first saw the young officer from the window—­and yet she was already in correspondence with him, and he had succeeded in inducing her to grant him a nocturnal interview!  She knew his name only through his having written it at the bottom of some of his letters; she had never spoken to him, had never heard his voice, and had never heard him spoken of until that evening.  But, strange to say, that very evening at the ball, Tomsky, being piqued with the young Princess Pauline N——­, who, contrary to her usual custom, did not flirt with him, wished to revenge himself by assuming an air of indifference:  he therefore engaged Lizaveta Ivanovna and danced an endless mazurka with her.  During the whole of the time he kept teasing her about her partiality for Engineer officers; he assured her that he knew far more than she imagined, and some of his jests were so happily aimed, that Lizaveta thought several times that her secret was known to him.

“From whom have you learnt all this?” she asked, smiling.

“From a friend of a person very well known to you,” replied Tomsky, “from a very distinguished man.”

“And who is this distinguished man?”

“His name is Hermann.”

Lizaveta made no reply; but her hands and feet lost all sense of feeling.

“This Hermann,” continued Tomsky, “is a man of romantic personality.  He has the profile of a Napoleon, and the soul of a Mephistopheles.  I believe that he has at least three crimes upon his conscience...  How pale you have become!”

“I have a headache...  But what did this Hermann—­or whatever his name is—­tell you?”

“Hermann is very much dissatisfied with his friend:  he says that in his place he would act very differently...  I even think that Hermann himself has designs upon you; at least, he listens very attentively to all that his friend has to say about you.”

“And where has he seen me?”

“In church, perhaps; or on the parade—­God alone knows where.  It may have been in your room, while you were asleep, for there is nothing that he—­”

Three ladies approaching him with the question:  “oubli ou regret?” interrupted the conversation, which had become so tantalisingly interesting to Lizaveta.

The lady chosen by Tomsky was the Princess Pauline herself.  She succeeded in effecting a reconciliation with him during the numerous turns of the dance, after which he conducted her to her chair.  On returning to his place, Tomsky thought no more either of Hermann or Lizaveta.  She longed to renew the interrupted conversation, but the mazurka came to an end, and shortly afterwards the old Countess took her departure.