Then Princess Sonia's party started. The cold was intense, and as the
team of blacks had not yet appeared, the host suggested the two ladies
should go back and wait in the saloon.
"Don't you think our way of herding in parties here is quite
ridiculous," he said to Jack, when Olga and Tamara were gone. "After
the rest get some way on, I'll have round the brown team too. It is
going to be a frightful storm, and we shall go much better with only
two in each sleigh."
Jack was entirely of his opinion, from his English point of view, a
party of four made two of them superfluous. Countess Olga and himself
were quite enough. So he expressed his hearty approval of this
arrangement, and presently as they smoked on the steps, the three brown
horses trotted up.
"I'll go and fetch Olga," Gritzko said, and as luck would have it he
met her at the saloon door.
"I had forgotten my muff," she said, "and had just run up to fetch it."
Then he explained to her about the storm and the load, and since it was
a question of duty to the poor horses, Countess Olga was delighted to
let pleasure go with it hand in hand. And she allowed herself to be
settled under the furs, with Jack, without going back to speak to
Tamara. Indeed, Gritzko was so matter of fact she started without a
qualm.
"We shall overtake you in ten minutes," he said. "The blacks are much
the faster team.
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