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"
Not
that
either
.
That
puts
the
court
in
too
bad
a
light
,
"
replied
Bilíbin
.
"
It
's
not
treachery
nor
rascality
nor
stupidity
:
it
is
just
as
at
Ulm
...
it
is
...
"
--
he
seemed
to
be
trying
to
find
the
right
expression
.
"
C'est
...
c'est
du
Mack
.
Nous
sommes
mackés
(
It
is
...
it
is
a
bit
of
Mack
.
We
are
Macked
)
,
"
he
concluded
,
feeling
that
he
had
produced
a
good
epigram
,
a
fresh
one
that
would
be
repeated
.
His
hitherto
puckered
brow
became
smooth
as
a
sign
of
pleasure
,
and
with
a
slight
smile
he
began
to
examine
his
nails
.
"
Where
are
you
off
to
?
"
he
said
suddenly
to
Prince
Andrew
who
had
risen
and
was
going
toward
his
room
.
"
I
am
going
away
.
"
"
Where
to
?
"
"
To
the
army
.
"
"
But
you
meant
to
stay
another
two
days
?
"
"
But
now
I
am
off
at
once
.
"
And
Prince
Andrew
after
giving
directions
about
his
departure
went
to
his
room
.
"
Do
you
know
,
mon
cher
,
"
said
Bilíbin
following
him
,
"
I
have
been
thinking
about
you
.
Why
are
you
going
?
"
