"I won`t!" cried Natasha, with one hand bolding back the hair that hung over her perspiring face, while with the other she pressed down the carpets. "Now press, Petya! Press, Vasilich, press hard!" she cried.

Bilibin and the rest of "ours" burst out laughing in Hippolyte`s face, and Prince Andrew saw that Hippolyte, of whomhe had to admithe had almost been jealous on his wife`s account, was the butt of this set.