"I will not forget, grandmother. I am in a great hurry. Good-bye, Lisabeta. What made you fancy Naroumoff was in the Engineers?" and Tomski took his departure. Lisabeta, left alone, took out her embroidery, and sat down close to the window. Immediately afterwards, in the street, at the corner of a neighbouring house, appeared a young officer. The sight of him made the companion blush to her ears. She lowered her head, and almost concealed it in the canvas. At this moment the Countess returned, fully dressed. "Lisabeta," she said, "have the horses put in; we will go out for a drive." Lisabeta rose from her chair, and began to arrange her embroidery. "Well, my dear child, are you deaf? Go and tell them to put the horses in at once." "I am going," replied the young lady, as she went out into the ante-chamber. A servant now came in, bringing some books from Prince Paul Alexandrovitch. "Say, I am much obliged to him. Lisabeta! Lisabeta! Where has she run off to?" "I was going to dress." "We have plenty of time, my dear. Sit down, take the first volume, and read to me." The companion took the book and read a few lines. "Louder," said the Countess. "What is the matter with you? Have you a cold? Wait a moment, bring me that stool. A little closer; that will do." Lisabeta read two pages of the book. "Throw that stupid book away," said the Countess. "What nonsense! Send it back to Prince Paul, and tell him I am much obliged to him; and the carriage, is it never coming?" "Here it is," replied Lisabeta, going to the window. "And now you are not dressed. Why do you always keep me waiting? It is intolerable!" Lisabeta ran to her room. She had scarcely been there two minutes when the Countess rang with all her might. Her maids rushed in at one door and her valet at the other. "You do not seem to hear me when I ring," she cried. "Go and tell Lisabeta that I am waiting for her." At this moment Lisabeta entered, wearing a new walking dress and a fashionable bonnet. "At last, miss," cried the Countess. "But what is that you have got on? and why? For whom are you dressing? What sort of weather is it? Quite stormy, I believe." "No, your Excellency," said the valet; "it is exceedingly fine." "What do you know about it? Open the ventilator. Just what I told you! A frightful wind, and as icy as can be. Unharness the horses. Lisabeta, my child, we will not go out to-day. It was scarcely worth while to dress so much." "What an existence!" said the companion to herself. [Illustration: PAUL AND LISABETA.]