To him the geography of the
world meant different places for sport. India represented tigers and
elephants. It had no towns or histories that mattered, it had jungles
and forests. Africa said lions. Austria, chamois--and Russia, bears!
Women were either sisters, or old friends and jolly comrades--like
Tamara. Or they came under the category of sport. A lesser sport, to be
indulged in when the rarer beasts were not obtainable for his gun--but
still sport!
He found himself in a delightful milieu. The prospect of certain bears
in the near future--a dear old friend to frolic with in the immediate
present, and the problematic joys of a possible affair to be indulged
in meanwhile. No wonder he was in the best of spirits, and when Tamara,
without _arri?re pens?e_, took the empty place at his side, he
bent over her and filled her plate with the thinnest ham he had been
able to cut, with all the apparent air of a devoted lover. And if she
had looked up she would have seen that the Prince suddenly had begun to
watch her with a fierceness in his eyes.
"This is a jolly place," Jack Courtray said. He had just the faintest
lisp, which sounded rather attractive, and Tamara, after the storms and
emotions of the past few days, found a distinct pleasure and rest in
his obviousness.
It is an ill wind which blows no one any good, for presently the Prince
turned and devoted himself to Tatiane Sh?banoff.
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