"And in the purse?"
"There's some small change, Granny."
"Are there any money-changers here? I was told one could change any of our notes," Granny inquired resolutely.
"Oh, as much as you like, but what you'll lose on the exchange…would horrify a Jew!"
"Nonsense! I'll win it all back. Take me! Call those blockheads!"
I wheeled away the chair; the porters appeared and we went out of the Casino.
"Make haste, make haste, make haste," Granny commanded. "Show us the way, Alexey Ivanovitch, and take us the nearest…Is it far?"
"Two steps, Granny."
But at the turning from the square into the avenue we were met by our whole party: the General, De Grieux, Mlle. Blanche and her mamma. Polina Alexandrovna was not with them, nor Mr. Astley either.
"Well! Don't stop us!" cried Granny. "Well, what do you want? I have no time to spare for you now!"
I walked behind; De Grieux ran up to me.
"She's lost all she gained this morning and twelve thousand gulden as well. We are going to change some five per cents," I whispered to him quickly.
De Grieux stamped and ran to tell the General. We went on wheeling Granny.
"Stop, stop!" the General whispered to me frantically.
"You try stopping her," I whispered.
"Auntie!" said the General, approaching, "Auntie…we are just…we are just…" his voice quivered and failed him, "hiring a horse and driving into the country…a most exquisite view…the peak… We were coming to invite you."
"Oh, bother you and your peak." Granny waved him off irritably.
"There are trees there…we will have tea…" the General went on, utterly desperate.
"Nous boirons du lait, sur l'herbe fraîche," added De Grieux, with ferocious fury.
Du lait, de l'herbe fraîche, that is the Paris bourgeois notion of the ideally idyllic; that is, as we all know, his conception of nature et la vérité!
"Oh, go on with you and your milk! Lap it up yourself;
