The Gambler | Page 2

person referred to as an
"uchitel" is never looked upon as a bird of fine feather. Of course,
strictly speaking, he knew me; but I was an uninvited guest at the
luncheon--the General had forgotten to arrange otherwise, or I should
have been dispatched to dine at the table d'hote. Nevertheless, I
presented myself in such guise that the General looked at me with a
touch of approval; and, though the good Maria Philipovna was for
showing me my place, the fact of my having previously met the
Englishman, Mr. Astley, saved me, and thenceforward I figured as one
of the company.
This strange Englishman I had met first in Prussia, where we had
happened to sit vis-a-vis in a railway train in which I was travelling to
overtake our party; while, later, I had run across him in France, and
again in Switzerland--twice within the space of two weeks! To think,
therefore, that I should suddenly encounter him again here, in
Roulettenberg! Never in my life had I known a more retiring man, for
he was shy to the pitch of imbecility, yet well aware of the fact (for he
was no fool). At the same time, he was a gentle, amiable sort of an
individual, and, even on our first encounter in Prussia I had contrived to
draw him out, and he had told me that he had just been to the North
Cape, and was now anxious to visit the fair at Nizhni Novgorod. How
he had come to make the General's acquaintance I do not know, but,
apparently, he was much struck with Polina. Also, he was delighted
that I should sit next him at table, for he appeared to look upon me as
his bosom friend.
During the meal the Frenchman was in great feather: he was discursive
and pompous to every one. In Moscow too, I remembered, he had
blown a great many bubbles. Interminably he discoursed on finance and
Russian politics, and though, at times, the General made feints to
contradict him, he did so humbly, and as though wishing not wholly to
lose sight of his own dignity.
For myself, I was in a curious frame of mind. Even before luncheon
was half finished I had asked myself the old, eternal question: "WHY
do I continue to dance attendance upon the General, instead of having
left him and his family long ago?" Every now and then I would glance

at Polina Alexandrovna, but she paid me no attention; until eventually I
became so irritated that I decided to play the boor.
First of all I suddenly, and for no reason whatever, plunged loudly and
gratuitously into the general conversation. Above everything I wanted
to pick a quarrel with the Frenchman; and, with that end in view I
turned to the General, and exclaimed in an overbearing sort of
way--indeed, I think that I actually interrupted him--that that summer it
had been almost impossible for a Russian to dine anywhere at tables
d'hote. The General bent upon me a glance of astonishment.
"If one is a man of self-respect," I went on, "one risks abuse by so
doing, and is forced to put up with insults of every kind. Both at Paris
and on the Rhine, and even in Switzerland--there are so many Poles,
with their sympathisers, the French, at these tables d'hote that one
cannot get a word in edgeways if one happens only to be a Russian."
This I said in French. The General eyed me doubtfully, for he did not
know whether to be angry or merely to feel surprised that I should so
far forget myself.
"Of course, one always learns SOMETHING EVERYWHERE," said
the Frenchman in a careless, contemptuous sort of tone.
"In Paris, too, I had a dispute with a Pole," I continued, "and then with
a French officer who supported him. After that a section of the
Frenchmen present took my part. They did so as soon as I told them the
story of how once I threatened to spit into Monsignor's coffee."
"To spit into it?" the General inquired with grave disapproval in his
tone, and a stare, of astonishment, while the Frenchman looked at me
unbelievingly.
"Just so," I replied. "You must know that, on one occasion, when, for
two days, I had felt certain that at any moment I might have to depart
for Rome on business, I repaired to the Embassy of the Holy See in
Paris, to have my passport visaed. There I encountered a sacristan of
about fifty, and a man dry and cold of mien. After listening politely, but
with great reserve, to my account of myself, this sacristan asked me to
wait a little. I was in a great hurry to depart, but of course I sat down,
pulled