The Forged Coupon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 211 pages of information about The Forged Coupon.

The Forged Coupon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 211 pages of information about The Forged Coupon.

“But I have often seen you, Eugene, accepting coupons in payment, and precisely twelve rouble ones,” retorted his wife, very humiliated, grieved, and all but bursting into tears.  “I really don’t know how they contrived to cheat me,” she went on.  “They were pupils of the school, in uniform.  One of them was quite a handsome boy, and looked so comme il faut.”

“A comme il faut fool, that is what you are!” The husband went on scolding her, while he counted the cash. . . .  When I accept coupons, I see what is written on them.  And you probably looked only at the boys’ pretty faces.  “You had better behave yourself in your old age.”

His wife could not stand this, and got into a fury.

“That is just like you men!  Blaming everybody around you.  But when it is you who lose fifty-four roubles at cards—­that is of no consequence in your eyes.”

“That is a different matter

“I don’t want to talk to you,” said his wife, and went to her room.  There she began to remind herself that her family was opposed to her marriage, thinking her present husband far below her in social rank, and that it was she who insisted on marrying him.  Then she went on thinking of the child she had lost, and how indifferent her husband had been to their loss.  She hated him so intensely at that moment that she wished for his death.  Her wish frightened her, however, and she hurriedly began to dress and left the house.  When her husband came from the shop to the inner rooms of their flat she was gone.  Without waiting for him she had dressed and gone off to friends—­a teacher of French in the school, a Russified Pole, and his wife—­who had invited her and her husband to a party in their house that evening.

V

The guests at the party had tea and cakes offered to them, and sat down after that to play whist at a number of card-tables.

The partners of Eugene Mihailovich’s wife were the host himself, an officer, and an old and very stupid lady in a wig, a widow who owned a music-shop; she loved playing cards and played remarkably well.  But it was Eugene Mihailovich’s wife who was the winner all the time.  The best cards were continually in her hands.  At her side she had a plate with grapes and a pear and was in the best of spirits.

“And Eugene Mihailovich?  Why is he so late?” asked the hostess, who played at another table.

“Probably busy settling accounts,” said Eugene Mihailovich’s wife.  “He has to pay off the tradesmen, to get in firewood.”  The quarrel she had with her husband revived in her memory; she frowned, and her hands, from which she had not taken off the mittens, shook with fury against him.

“Oh, there he is.—­We have just been speaking of you,” said the hostess to Eugene Mihailovich, who came in at that very moment.  “Why are you so late?”

“I was busy,” answered Eugene Mihailovich, in a gay voice, rubbing his hands.  And to his wife’s surprise he came to her side and said,—­“You know, I managed to get rid of the coupon.”

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