Prince has been constantly complaining to the police. Neither the Prince nor Princess has had the slightest suspicion. Oulita has been safely conveyed to Moscow, and is under the Count's care. The Count is maintaining appearances with the Princess; but is afraid of Siberia, to which the arson and homicide at the chateau would certainly send him, if brought home to him; and is perplexed how to deal honourably with the Princess, whose nature, with its fierce mixture of good and evil, is not one to be trifled with. Grübner has stated his suspicions to the Princess, who resolves to have an explanation with the Count. Accordingly, we have a striking scene, in which the Princess tells the Count that the police are on Oulita's track, and threatens fearful vengeance upon her when taken. The Count manfully avows what he has done, and leaves the Princess in a whirl of rage. But she admires and loves the Count still; and it is on Oulita that she determines her vengeance shall be wreaked. However, she relents. A little later, while the Count is with Oulita, the police enter the house and seize her, to carry her back to Prince Lanskof. But their plans are disconcerted by Stépan producing a bill of sale, signed in due form by the Prince, which shows that Oulita has been fairly sold to Stépan. The Princess, at a masked ball in the Kremlin, had placed this in the Count's hand, The police have to give up their prey. And when Grübner enters after a while with a file of soldiers, he finds that he is duped, and that Oulita is beyond his reach. At the beginning of the Fourth Act, we find that the Count feels the meshes of the police closing round him. He is in his house at St. Petersburg, when Stépan enters to tell him that spies are now watching his house on every side. The Count feels that the odds against him are too great, and he must be beaten at last. The Czar, too, is becoming cold. We next find Oulita in a room at St. Petersburg, working at embroidery. She is perfectly happy; but change is near. The Small Wise Man has found out her retreat, and comes to tell her of the Princess's wrath, and the storming and vapouring of her father. And now it breaks on poor Oulita's mind what peril the Count is incurring for her sake. She resolves to leave him, lest she should bring him to ruin; and as a last resort, asks the Small Wise Man to give her poison which she might have within her reach. Then a most beautiful scene follows between Oulita and the Count. Her eyes, now awakened, see the traces of ceaseless anxiety and alarm on his altered face; and he, wearied out, falls into deep sleep as he is telling her of his travels in other lands. Half-awaking, he thinks he is speaking to the Czar, and tells him that if he but knew her, he would pardon all.' He sinks to sleep again; and Oulita, resolute, though broken-hearted, leaves her farewell written, and hastens away. She has taken a desperate resolution. We next find the Princess in her chamber, brooding upon her wrongs, and wrought up to a tigress-fury. Even as she is declaring what fearful vengeance she would take of Oulita, Oulita enters and kneels at her feet. The scene which follows is one of the most striking in the play; and the more so that our extracts have been only of detached speeches, we shall quote this dialogue entire. OULITA. Madam, an outcast girl implores the pardon She dares not hope for. And you return, in those becoming robes, To penitence and virtue-rather late, Speak, girl, unless you wish me to call Mitchka. What Count? OULITA (rising). The Count! PRINCESS. Why this surpasses patience! What Count, minx,- That Count who, to his eminent dishonour, Stole you away-set fire to his friend's palace- OULITA. You know, then? PRINCESS. There is no thread of his and your intrigues OULITA. Permit me now to speak. Of a return, Would not ?to his fond words and vows repeated The now most thriftless, useless penalty. But hear men are most wayward in their fancies; He should have worshipped at your shrine, great Princess. Perhaps it was your very excellence Made him decline to such a thing as me. He ever spoke of you with tenderest homage. He did? PRINCESS, OULITA. He did; and one there was who sat beside him, PRINCESS. And nothing else, the while he played with those OULITA. Not false, nor perjured. PRINCESS. Ah, now we stir the meek one. OULITA. What he said In rare disparagement of your great charms, [Puts her arm round the PRINCESS. You used to let me call you dear,-be true To your great mind. Let's set our women's wits |