"How is it Betsy doesn't come?..." "Yes," said Alexey Alexandrovitch, and getting up, he folded his hands and cracked his fingers.

" I've come to bring you some money, too, for nightingales, we know, can't live on fairy tales," he said.

" You want it, I expect?" "No, I don't...yes, I do," she said, not looking at him, and crimsoning to the roots of her hair.

" But you'll come back here after the races, I suppose?" "Oh, yes!" answered Alexey Alexandrovitch.

" And here's the glory of Peterhof, Princess Tverskaya," he added, looking out of the window at the elegant English carriage with the tiny seats placed extremely high.