Nobody, however, did listen to his adjurations, and his supplicating glances wandered in vain over the gathering, seeking for a deliverer and ally. All turned disrespectfully away, eagerly engrossed in that interesting subject, and Liech shook his head sorrowfully. At last he caught sight of Romashov. The young officer had the same miserable experience as his comrades with regard to the old Lieutenant-Colonel's talents as a story-teller, but his heart grew soft, and he determined to sacrifice himself. Liech dragged his prey away with him to the table. "This--well--come and listen to me, Ensign. Ah, sit here and drink a glass with me. All the others are mere asses and loons." Liech, with considerable difficulty, raised his languid arm and made a contemptuous gesture towards the group of officers. "Buzz, buzz, buzz! What understanding or experience is there amongst such things? But wait a bit, you shall hear." Glass in one hand, the other waving in the air as if he were the conductor of a big orchestra, Liech began one of his interminable stories with which he was larded--like sausages with liver--and which he never brought to a conclusion because of an endless number of divagations from the subject, parentheses, embroideries, and analogues. The anecdote in question was about an American duel, Heaven only knows how many years ago, between two officers who, playing for their lives, guessed odd and even on the last figure of a date on a rouble-note. But one of them--it was never quite cleared up as to whether it was a certain Pod-Zvoon or his friend Solúcha--was blackguard enough to paste together two rouble-notes of different dates of issue, whereby the front had always an even date, but the back an odd one--"or perhaps it was the other way about," pondered Liech long and conscientiously. "You see, my dear fellow, they of course then began to dispute. One of them said----" Alas, however, Liech did not even this time get to the end of his story. Madame Raisa Alexandrovna Peterson had glided into the buffet. Standing at the door, but not entering, which was, moreover, not permitted to ladies, she shouted with the roguishness and audacity of a privileged young lady: "Gentlemen, what do I see? The ladies have arrived long ago, and here you are sitting and having a good old time. We want to dance." Two or three young officers arose to go into the ballroom. The rest coolly remained sitting where they were, chatting, drinking, and smoking, without taking the slightest notice of the coquettish lady. Only Liech, the chivalrous old professional flirt, strutted up with bandy, uncertain legs to Raisa, with hands crossed over his chest--and pouring the contents of his glass over his uniform, cried with a drunken emotion: "Most divine among women, how can any one forget his duties to a queen of beauty? Your hand, my charmer; just one kiss----"