addressing Mr. Astley again. "I'll try not to worry you too much. Translate that to him, and tell him that I am here below—here below—do you hear? Below, below," she repeated to Mr. Astley, pointing downwards.
Mr. Astley was extremely pleased at the invitation.
Granny looked Polina up and down attentively and with a satisfied air.
"I was fond of you, Praskovya," she said suddenly. "You're a fine wench, the best of the lot, and as for will—my goodness! Well, I have will too; turn round. That's not a false chignon, is it?"
"No, Granny, it's my own."
"To be sure. I don't care for the silly fashion of the day. You look very nice. I should fall in love with you if I were a young gentleman. Why don't you get married? But it is time for me to go. And I want to go out, for I've had nothing but the train and the train… Well, are you still cross?" she added, turning to the General.
"Upon my word, Auntie, what nonsense!" cried the General, delighted. "I understand at your age…"
"Cette vieille est tombée en enfance," De Grieux whispered to me.
"I want to see everything here. Will you let me have Alexey Ivanovitch?" Granny went on to the General.
"Oh, as much as you like, but I will myself…and Polina, M. de Grieux…we shall all think it a pleasure to accompany you."
"Mais, madame, cela sera un plaisir"… De Grieux addressed her with a bewitching smile.
"A plaisir, to be sure; you are absurd, my good sir. I am not going to give you any money, though," she added suddenly. "But now to my rooms; I must have a look at them, and then we'll go the round of everything. Come, lift me up." Granny was lifted up again and we all flocked downstairs behind her chair. The General walked as though stunned by a blow on the head. De Grieux was considering something. Mlle. Blanche seemed about to remain, but for some reason she made up her mind to come with the rest. The Prince followed her at once, and no one was left in the General's study but Madame de Cominges and the German.
