I Having remarked Vladimir’s flight, Onéguine, bored to death again, By Olga stood, dejected quite And satisfied with vengeance ta’en. Olga began to long likewise For Lenski, sought him with her eyes, And endless the cotillon seemed As if some troubled dream she dreamed. ’Tis done. To supper they proceed. Bedding is laid out and to all Assigned a lodging, from the hall(61) Up to the attic, and all need Tranquil repose. Eugene alone To pass the night at home hath gone. [Note 61: Hospitality is a national virtue of the Russians. On festal occasions in the country the whole party is usually accommodated for the night, or indeed for as many nights as desired, within the house of the entertainer. This of course is rendered necessary by the great distances which separate the residences of the gentry. Still, the alacrity with which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.] II All slumber. In the drawing-room Loud snores the cumbrous Poustiakoff With better half as cumbersome; Gvozdine, Bouyànoff, Pétòushkoff And Fliànoff, somewhat indisposed, On chairs in the saloon reposed, Whilst on the floor Monsieur Triquet In jersey and in nightcap lay. In Olga’s and Tattiana’s rooms Lay all the girls by sleep embraced, Except one by the window placed Whom pale Diana’s ray illumes— My poor Tattiana cannot sleep But stares into the darkness deep. III His visit she had not awaited, His momentary loving glance Her inmost soul had penetrated, And his strange conduct at the dance With Olga; nor of this appeared An explanation: she was scared, Alarmed by jealous agonies: A hand of ice appeared to seize(62) Her heart: it seemed a darksome pit Beneath her roaring opened wide: “I shall expire,” Tattiana cried, “But death from him will be delight. I murmur not! Why mournfulness? He _cannot_ give me happiness.” [Note 62: There must be a peculiar appropriateness in this expression as descriptive of the sensation of extreme cold. Mr. Wallace makes use of an identical phrase in describing an occasion when he was frostbitten whilst sledging in Russia. He says (vol. i. p. 33): “My fur cloak flew open, the cold seemed to _grasp me in the region of the heart_, and I fell insensible.”] IV