Vladimir Nabokov. La Veneciana
Vladimir Nabokov. LA VENEZIANA
"Like it?" the Colonel inquired furiously. "No worse than Bastiano himself, is it? The vile brat! That's his revenge for my kindhearted advice. Just wait..."
The waiter came in, distraught.
"Mr. Frank is not in his room, sir. And his things are gone. Mr. Simpson has disappeared too, sir. He must have gone out for a stroll, sir, seeing as how it's such a fine morning."
"To hell with the morning!" thundered the Colonel. "This very instant, I want—"
"May I be so bold as to inform you," meekly added the waiter, "that the chau