Secret of the Night

Ermolai bowed and returned to the garden. The 'barinia' left the veranda, where she had come for this conversation with the old servant of General Trebassof, her husband, and returned to the dining-room in the datcha des Iles, where the gay Councilor Ivan Petrovitch was regaling his amused associates with his latest exploit at Cubat's resort. They were a noisy company, and certainly the quietest among them was not the general, who nursed on a sofa the leg which still held him captive after the recent attack, that to his old coachman and his two piebald horses had proved fatal. The story of the always-amiable Ivan Petrovitch (a lively, little, elderly man with his head bald as an egg) was about the evening before. After having, as he said, 'recure la bouche' for these gentlemen spoke French like their own language and used it among themselves to keep their servants from understanding-after having wet his whistle with a large glass of sparkling rosy French wine, he cried