'Over an hour.'
'Over an hour!' I repeated unconsciously, and going back to the drawing-room I began to make bows and scrape with my heels.
'Where are you off to?' the young princess asked, glancing at me from behind the hussar.
'I must go home. So I am to say,' I added, addressing the old lady, 'that you will come to us about two.'
'Do you say so, my good sir.'
The princess hurriedly pulled out her snuff-box and took snuff so loudly that I positively jumped. 'Do you say so,' she repeated, blinking tearfully and sneezing.
I bowed once more, turned, and went out of the room with that sensation of awkwardness in my spine which a very young man feels when he knows he is being looked at from behind.
'Mind you come and see us again, M'sieu Voldemar,' Zinaida called, and she laughed again.
'Why is it she's always laughing?' I thought, as I went back home escorted by Fyodor, who said nothing to me, but walked behind me with an air of disapprobation.
My mother scolded me and wondered what ever I could have been doing so long at the princess's.