The Torrents Of Spring

argaining with her. I shall tell her the fair price; if she’ll give it – good; if
not, let her go.’
‘Do you know her – this lady?’ asked Gemma.
‘I have never seen her.’
‘And when will you come back?’
‘If our negotiations come to nothing – the day after to-morrow; if they
turn out favourably, perhaps I may have to stay a day or two longer. In
any case I shall not linger a minute beyond what’s necessary. I am leaving
my heart here, you know! But I have said what I had to say to you,
and I must run home before setting off too… . Give me your hand for
luck, Frau Lenore – that’s what we always do in Russia.’
‘The right or the left?’
‘The left, it’s nearer the heart. I shall reappear the day after to-morrow
with my shield or on it! Something tells me I shall come back in triumph!
Good-bye, my good dear ones… .’
He embraced and kissed Frau Lenore, but he asked Gemma to follow
him into her room – for just a minute – as he must tell her something of
great importance. He simply wanted to say good-bye to her alone. Frau
Lenore saw that, and felt no curiosity as to the matter of such great
importance.
Sanin had never been in Gemma’s room before. All the magic of love,
all its fire and rapture and sweet terror, seemed to flame up and burst into
his soul, directly he crossed its sacred threshold… . He cast a look of
tenderness about him, fell at the sweet girl’s feet and pressed his face
against her waist… .
‘You are mine,’ she whispered: ‘you will be back soon?’
‘I am yours. I will come back,’ he declared, catching his breath.
‘I shall be longing for you back, my dear one!’
A few instants later Sanin was running along the street to his lodging.
He did not even notice that Pantaleone, all dishevelled, had darted out of
the shop-door after him, and was shouting something to him and was
shaking, as though in menace, his lifted hand.
Exactly at a quarter to one Sanin presented himself before Polozov.
The carriage with four horses was already standing at the hotel gates. On
seeing Sanin, Polozov merely commented, ‘Oh! you’ve made up your
mind?’ and putting on his hat, cloak, and over-shoes, and stuffing
cotton-wool into his ears, though it was summer-time, went out on to the
steps. The waiters, by his directions, disposed all his numerous purchases
in the inside of the carriage, lined the place where he was to sit
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