XXXVIII

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XXXVIII

No answer all that day was borne.

Another passed; ’twas just the same.

Pale as a ghost and dressed since morn

Tattiana waits. No answer came!

Olga’s admirer came that day:

“Tell me, why doth your comrade stay?”

The hostess doth interrogate:

“He hath neglected us of late.”⁠—

Tattiana blushed, her heart beat quick⁠—

“He promised here this day to ride,”

Lenski unto the dame replied,

“The post hath kept him, it is like.”

Shamefaced, Tattiana downward looked

As if he cruelly had joked!