The General, who was now staggering violently, clung desperately to the Prince. They had reached the boulevard, and Andras, hailing a cab, made Vogotzine get in, and instructed the coachman to drive to the Bois. “I assure you that she is insane,” proceeded the General, throwing his head back on the cushions. “Yes, insane. She does not eat anything; she never rests. Upon my word, I don’t know how she lives. Once--her dogs--she took walks. Now, I go with them into the park--good beasts--very gentle. Sometimes, all that she says, is: ‘Listen! Isn’t that Duna or Bundas barking?’ Ah! if I wasn’t afraid of Froloffyes, Froloff--how soon I should return to Russia! The life of Paris--the life of Paris wearies me. You see, I come here today, I take up a newspaper, and I see what? Froloff! Besides, the life of Paris--at Maisons-Lafitte--between four walls, it is absurd! Now, acknowledge, old man, isn’t it absurd? Do you know what I should like to do? I should like to send a petition to the Czar. What did I do, after all, I should like to know? It wasn’t anything so horrible. I stayed, against the Emperor’s orders, five days too long at Odessa--that was all--yes, you see, a little French actress who was there, who sang operettas; oh, how she did sing operettas! Offenbach, you know;” and the General tried to hum a bar or two of the ‘Dites lui’, with ludicrous effect. “Charming! To leave her, ah! I found that very hard. I remained five days: that wasn’t much, eh, Zilah? five days? But the devil! There was a Grand Duke--well--humph! younger than I, of course--and--and--the Grand Duke was jealous. Oh! there was at that time a conspiracy at Odessa! I was accused of spending my time at the theatre, instead of watching the conspirators. They even said I was in the conspiracy! Oh, Lord! Odessa! The gallows! Froloff! Well, it was Stephanie Gavaud who was the cause of it. Don’t tell that to Marsa! Ah! that little Stephanie! ‘J’ai vu le vieux Bacchus sur sa roche fertile!’ Tautin--no, Tautin couldn’t sing like that little Stephanie! Well,” continued Vogotzine, hiccoughing violently, “because all that happened then, I now lead here the life of an oyster! Yes, the life of an oyster, of a turtle, of a clam! alone with a woman sad as Mid-Lent, who doesn’t speak, doesn’t sing, does nothing but weep, weep, weep! It is crushing! I say just what I think! Crushing, then, whatever my niece may be--cr-r-rushing! And--ah--really, my dear fellow, I should be glad if you would come. Why did you go away? Yes, yes, that is your affair, and I don’t ask any questions. Only--only you would do well to come--” “Why?” interrupted Andras, turning quickly to Vogotzine. “Ah! why? Because!” said the General, trying to give to his heavy face an expression of shrewd, dignified gravity. “What has happened?” asked the Prince. “Is she suffering again? Ill?” “Oh, insane, I tell you! absolutely insane! mad as a March hare! Two days ago, you see--” “Well, what? two days ago?”