The Secret City eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 480 pages of information about The Secret City.
masts of the ships clustering against the Quay were touched at their tips with bright gold.  It was all utterly still, not a sound nor a movement anywhere; only one figure, that of a woman, was coming slowly towards me.  I felt, as one always does at the beginning of a Russian spring, a strange sense of expectation.  Spring in Russia is so sudden and so swift that it gives an overwhelming impression of a powerful organising Power behind it.  Suddenly the shutters are pulled back and the sun floods the world!  Upon this afternoon one could feel the urgent business of preparation pushing forward, arrogantly, ruthlessly.  I don’t think that I had ever before realised the power of the Neva at such close quarters.  I was almost ashamed at the contrast of its struggle with my own feebleness.

I saw then that the figure coming towards me was Nina.


As she came nearer I saw that she was intensely preoccupied.  She was looking straight in front of her but seeing nothing.  It was only when she was quite close to me that I saw that she was crying.  She was making no sound.  Her mouth was closed; the tears were slowly, helplessly, rolling down her cheeks.

She was very near to me indeed before she saw me; then she looked at me closely before she recognised me.  When she saw that it was I, she stopped, fumbled for her handkerchief, which she found, wiped her eyes, then turned away from me and looked out over the river.

“Nina, dear,” I said, “what’s the matter?”

She didn’t answer; at length she turned round and said: 

“You’ve been ill again, haven’t you?”

One cheek had a dirty tear-stain on it, which made her inexpressibly young and pathetic and helpless.

“Yes,” I said, “I have.”

She caught her breath, put out her hand, and touched my arm.

“Oh, you do look ill!...  Vera went to ask, and there was a rough-looking man there who said that no one could see you, but that you were all right....  One of us ought to have forced a way in—­M.  Bohun wanted to—­but we’ve all been thinking of ourselves.”

“What’s the matter, Nina?” I asked.  “You’ve been crying.”

“Nothing’s the matter.  I’m all right.”

“No, you’re not.  You ought to tell me.  You trusted me once.”

“I don’t trust any one,” she answered fiercely.  “Especially not Englishmen.”

“What’s the matter?” I asked again.

“Nothing....  We’re just as we were.  Except,” she suddenly looked up at me, “Uncle Alexei’s living with us now.”

“Semyonov!” I cried out sharply, “living with you!”

“Yes,” she went on, “in the room where Nicholas had his inventions is Uncle Alexei’s bedroom.”

“Why, in Heaven’s name?” I cried.

“Uncle Alexei wanted it.  He said he was lonely, and then he just came.  I don’t know whether Nicholas likes it or not.  Vera hates it, but she agreed at once.”

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