Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
I can hear and see Mademoiselle requesting him in dulcet tones, but with an ominous quiver of her upper lip, to pass her the bread; and, likewise, I can hear and see Lenski Frenchlessly and unflinchingly going on with his soup; finally, with a slashing "Pardon, Monsieur,' Mademoiselle would swoop right across his plate, snatch up the breadbasket, and recoil again with a "Merci!" so charged with irony that Lenski's downy ears would turn the hue of geraniums. "The brute! The cad! The Nihilist!" she would sob later in her room—which was no longer ne