| PART 3
Chapter 18
 They heard the sound of steps and a man's voice, then a woman's
 voice and laughter, and immediately thereafter there walked in
 the expected guests: Sappho Shtoltz, and a young man beaming with
 excess of health, the so-called Vaska.  It was evident that ample
 supplies of beefsteak, truffles, and Burgundy never failed to
 reach him at the fitting hour.  Vaska bowed to the two ladies,
 and glanced at them, but only for one second.  He walked after
 Sappho into the drawing-room, and followed her about as though he
 were chained to her, keeping his sparkling eyes fixed on her as
 though he wanted to eat her.  Sappho Shtoltz was a blonde beauty
 with black eyes.  She walked with smart little steps in
 high-heeled shoes, and shook hands with the ladies vigorously
 like a man. Anna had never met this new star of fashion, and was struck by
 her beauty, the exaggerated extreme to which her dress was
 carried, and the boldness of her manners.  On her head there was
 such a superstructure of soft, golden hair--her own and false
 mixed--that her head was equal in size to the elegantly rounded
 bust, of which so much was exposed in front.  The impulsive
 abruptness of her movements was such that at every step the lines
 of her knees and the upper part of her legs were distinctly
 marked under her dress, and the question involuntarily rose to
 the mind where in the undulating, piled-up mountain of material
 at the back the real body of the woman, so small and slender, so
 naked in front, and so hidden behind and below, really came to an
 end. Betsy made haste to introduce her to Anna. "Only fancy, we all but ran over two soldiers," she began telling
 them at once, using her eyes, smiling and twitching away her
 tail, which she flung back at one stroke all on one side.  "I
 drove here with Vaska....  Ah, to be sure, you don't know each
 other."  And mentioning his surname she introduced the young man,
 and reddening a little, broke into a ringing laugh at her
 mistake--that is at her having called him Vaska to a stranger.
 Vaska bowed once more to Anna, but he said nothing to her.  He
 addressed Sappho: "You've lost your bet.  We got here first.  Pay
 up," said he, smiling. |