enough, or there will be no end to them. Lift me up and carry me out. Praskovya"—she turned to Polina Alexandrovna—"I'll buy you a dress to-morrow, and I'll buy Mlle….what's her name, Mlle. Blanche, isn't it? I'll buy her a dress too. Translate that to her, Praskovya!"
"Merci, Madame." Mlle. Blanche made a grateful curtsey while she exchanged an ironical smile with De Grieux and the General. The General was rather embarrassed and was greatly relieved when we reached the avenue.
"Fedosya—won't Fedosya be surprised," said Granny, thinking of the General's nurse. "I must make her a present of a dress. Hey, Alexey Ivanovitch, Alexey Ivanovitch, give this to the poor man."
A man in rags, with bent back, passed us on the road, and looked at us.
"And perhaps he is not a poor man, but a rogue, Granny."
"Give him a gulden, give it him!"
I went up to the man and gave it him. He looked at me in wild amazement, but took the gulden, however. He smelt of spirits.
"And you, Alexey Ivanovitch. Have you not tried your luck yet?"
"No, Granny."
"But your eyes were burning, I saw them."
"I shall try, Granny, I certainly shall later."
"And stake on zéro straight away. You will see! How much have you in hand?"
"Only twenty friedrichs Granny."
"That's not much. I will give you fifty friedrichs d'or. I will lend it if you like. Here, take this roll—but don't you expect anything, all the same, my good man, I am not going to give you anything," she said, suddenly addressing the General.
The latter winced, but he said nothing. De Grieux frowned.
"Que diable, c'est une terrible vieille!" he muttered to the General through his teeth.
"A beggar, a beggar, another beggar!" cried Granny. "Give him a gulden, too, Alexey Ivanovitch."
This time it was a grey-headed old man with a wooden leg, in a long-skirted blue coat and with a long stick in his hand. He looked like an old soldier. But when I held out a gulden to him he stepped back and looked at me angrily.
"Was ist's der Teufel," he shouted, following up with a dozen oaths.
