“And this was quite a superior example, an officer of the major-general’s staff, and a man of the best society besides.  He was powerfully built, and thoroughly masculine, though he was as carefully groomed as a woman.  He had the courteous self-possession of a man of the world.  His forehead, white as alabaster, contrasted impressively with the healthy colour of his face.

“I don’t know whether he was jealous of Tomassov, but I suspect that he might have been a little annoyed at him as at a sort of walking absurdity of the sentimental order.  But these men of the world are impenetrable, and outwardly he condescended to recognize Tomassov’s existence even more distinctly than was strictly necessary.  Once or twice he had offered him some useful worldly advice with perfect tact and delicacy.  Tomassov was completely conquered by that evidence of kindness under the cold polish of the best society.

“Tomassov, introduced into the petit salon, found these two exquisite people sitting on a sofa together and had the feeling of having interrupted some special conversation.  They looked at him strangely, he thought; but he was not given to understand that he had intruded.  After a time the lady said to the officer—­his name was De Castel—­’I wish you would take the trouble to ascertain the exact truth as to that rumour.’

“‘It’s much more than a mere rumour,’ remarked the officer.  But he got up submissively and went out.  The lady turned to Tomassov and said:  ’You may stay With me.’

“This express command made him supremely happy, though as a matter of fact he had had no idea of going.

“She regarded him with her kindly glances, which made something glow and expand within his chest.  It was a delicious feeling, even though it did cut one’s breath short now and then.  Ecstatically he drank in the sound of her tranquil, seductive talk full of innocent gaiety and of spiritual quietude.  His passion appeared to him to flame up and envelop her in blue fiery tongues from head to foot and over her head, while her soul reposed in the centre like a big white rose....

“H’m, good this.  He told me many other things like that.  But this is the one I remember.  He himself remembered everything because these were the last memories of that woman.  He was seeing her for the last time though he did not know it then.

“M.  De Castel returned, breaking into that atmosphere of enchantment Tomassov had been drinking in even to complete unconsciousness of the external world.  Tomassov could not help being struck by the distinction of his movements, the ease of his manner, his superiority to all the other men he knew, and he suffered from it.  It occurred to him that these two brilliant beings on the sofa were made for each other.

“De Castel sitting down by the side of the lady murmured to her discreetly, ‘There is not the slightest doubt that it’s true,’ and they both turned their eyes to Tomassov.  Roused thoroughly from his enchantment he became self-conscious; a feeling of shyness came over him.  He sat smiling faintly at them.