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Chapter 6

           

           “Areyouready?”heaskedhiswife,lookingpasther.

           PrinceHippolytehurriedlyputonhiscloak,whichinthelatestfashionreachedtohisveryheels,and,stumblinginit,ranoutintotheporchfollowingtheprincess,whomafootmanwashelpingintothecarriage.

           “Princesse,aurevoir,”criedhe,stumblingwithhistongueaswellaswithhisfeet.

           Theprincess,pickingupherdress,wastakingherseatinthedarkcarriage,herhusbandwasadjustinghissaber;PrinceHippolyte,underpretenseofhelping,wasineveryone’sway.

           “Allowme,sir,”saidPrinceAndrewinRussianinacold,disagreeabletonetoPrinceHippolytewhowasblockinghispath.

           “Iamexpectingyou,Pierre,”saidthesamevoice,butgentlyandaffectionately.

           Thepostilionstarted,thecarriagewheelsrattled.PrinceHippolytelaughedspasmodicallyashestoodintheporchwaitingforthevicomtewhomhehadpromisedtotakehome.

           “Well,moncher,”saidthevicomte,havingseatedhimselfbesideHippolyteinthecarriage,“yourlittleprincessisverynice,veryniceindeed,quiteFrench,”andhekissedthetipsofhisfingers.Hippolyteburstoutlaughing.

           “Doyouknow,youareaterriblechapforallyourinnocentairs,”continuedthevicomte.“Ipitythepoorhusband,thatlittleofficerwhogiveshimselftheairsofamonarch.”

           Hippolytesplutteredagain,andamidhislaughtersaid,“AndyouweresayingthattheRussianladiesarenotequaltotheFrench?Onehastoknowhowtodealwiththem.

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