been revenge, then a brilliant and luxurious life—­and she knew that they would cost dear.  Therefore, once embarked on her undertaking, Natasha remained calm and indifferent, brilliantly distinguished, and ensnaring the just and the unjust alike.  Her intellect, education, skill, resource, and innate tact made it possible for her everywhere to gain a footing in select aristocratic society, and to play by no means the least role there.  Many beauties envied her, detested her, spoke evil of her, and yet sought her friendship, because she almost always queened it in society.  Her friendship and sympathy always seemed so cordial, so sincere and tender, and her epigrams were so pointed and poisonous, that every hostile criticism seemed to shrivel up in that glittering fire, and there seemed to be nothing left but to seek her friendship and good will.  For instance, if things went well in Baden, one could confidently foretell that at the end of the summer season Natasha would be found in Nice or Geneva, queen of the winter season, the lioness of the day, and the arbiter of fashion.  She and Bodlevski always behaved with such propriety and watchful care that not a shadow ever fell on Natasha’s fame.  It is true that Bodlevski had to change his name once or twice and to seek a new field for his talents, and to make sudden excursions to distant corners of Europe—­sometimes in pursuit of a promising “job,” sometimes to evade the too persistent attentions of the police.  So far everything had turned out favorably, and his name “had remained unstained,” when suddenly a slight mishap befell.  The matter was a trifling one, but the misfortune was that it happened in Paris.  There was a chance that it might find issue in the courts and the hulks, so that there ensued a more than ordinarily rapid change of passports and a new excursion—­this time to Russia, back to their native land again, after an absence of twenty years.  Thus it happened that the papers announced the arrival in St. Petersburg of Baroness von Doering and Ian Vladislav Karozitch.

IX

THE CONCERT OF THE POWERS

A few days after there was a brilliant reunion at Princess Shadursky’s.  All the beauty and fashion of St. Petersburg were invited, and few who were invited failed to come.  It happened that Prince Shadursky was an admirer of the fair sex, and also that he had had the pleasure of meeting the brilliant Baroness von Doering at Hamburg, and again in Paris.  It was, therefore, to be expected that Baroness von Doering should be found in the midst of an admiring throng at Princess Shadursky’s reception.  Her brother, Ian Karozitch, was also there, suave, alert, dignified, losing no opportunity to make friends with the distinguished company that thronged the prince’s rooms.

Late in the evening the baroness and her brother might have been seen engaged in a tete-a-tete, seated in two comfortable armchairs, and anyone who was near enough might have heard the following conversation: