I was thoroughly taken by surprise, and stammered out an apology, urging
that I was not aware of committing any offence.
"It is an offence, and a grave one," exclaimed the servant, whom I
afterwards found was a police spy. "Visitors must not touch the walls
in that manner, and we have orders to eject those who break the law."
"Oh, very well," I replied, rather ruffled at the man's impertinence, "I
have no desire to do anything contrary to this strange law of yours;
and, moreover, I'll leave the Palace."
With these words, I turned and retraced my steps to the entrance, being
closely followed by the sentry and the guide.
It was a very small matter and soon passed out of my mind, though it
afterwards proved more serious than one would have imagined.
Life in St Petersburg was so different from any to be found in Western
Europe, that during the few days I awaited the arrival of the man to
whom I was to deliver the jewels, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
In the daytime, perhaps the place which has most attraction for the
foreigner is the Nevskoi Prospekt. It is the principal thoroughfare, a
fine broad street four versts long, with imposing houses and handsome
shops, the favourite promenade of the _haut ton_. The bustle and throng
is as great as in Regent Street or the Strand on a sunny day, for the
endless line of well-appointed equipages, with servants in splendid
liveries, and mostly drawn by four horses, roll noiselessly over the
asphalte, while upon the pavement stroll princes and generals in
uniform, aides-de-camp and staff officers, merchants, mujiks, Greeks,
Circassians--indeed, that heterogeneous assortment of sects and races
which combine to make up the population of a great city. Russian women,
as a rule, are the reverse of prepossessing; but the ladies who shop in
the Nevskoi, and afterwards promenade on the English Quay, are even more
remarkable for their elegance and beauty than those one sees in the Row
or on Parisian boulevards.
As it is not my intention, however, to dilate upon Russian manners and
customs, except for the purpose of presenting this strange drama in
which I played a leading part, I must refrain from commenting on the
thousand and one show places, the coffin shops, in the windows of which
the grim receptacles for the dead are ticketed, and many other things
which strike the stranger as ludicrous and curious.
I saw them merely _pour passer le temps_, and they can be of but little
interest in the present narrative.
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