while I . . . while I.' . . . Litvinov's head sank; but Kapitolina Markovna gave him no time for musing; she was pelting him with questions.
'What is that building with columns? Where is it the gambling's done? Who is that coming along? Tanya, Tanya, look, what crinolines! And who can that be? I suppose they are mostly French creatures from Paris here? Mercy, what a hat! Can you get everything here just as in Paris? But, I expect, everything 's awfully dear, eh? Ah, I've made the acquaintance of such a splendid, intellectual woman! You know her, Grigory Mihalitch; she told me she had met you at some Russian 's, who 's a wonderfully intellectual person too. She promised to come and see us. How she does abuse all these aristocrats—it 's simply superb! What is that gentleman with grey moustaches? The Prussian king? Tanya, Tanya, look, that's the Prussian king. No? not the Prussian king, the Dutch ambassador, did you say? I can't hear, the wheels rattle so. Ah, what exquisite trees!'
'Yes, exquisite, aunt,' Tanya assented, 'and how green everything is here, how bright and gay! Isn't it, Grigory Mihalitch?'
'Oh, very bright and gay ' . . . he answered through his teeth.
The carriage stopped at last before the hotel.