When I talked it over with Olga, she was very sympathetic.
"I know," she mused, "that these things sometimes succeed and sometimes
do not. Men are not all alike." Then she added: "But there is one sure
way of winning them back. It is an old method, but infallible."
"What is it?" I asked skeptically.
"By making them jealous. It is vulgar, it is _rococo_, it causes no end
of trouble. But it is infallible."
We reviewed the names of all the men who could possibly be employed to
arouse Vassili's jealousy. We could think of no one. I was surrounded by
nothing but women.
"It is past belief," said Olga, surveying me from head to foot, "that
there should be no one willing to--"