Another exercise in subtlety today. We’d heard rumours that Count Rostov was a gambler, and that the expenses were getting to him, what with the Club (presumably headquarters of such gambling) and the cost of balls, the theatre, etc. (And, of course, the cost of serfs that are capable of cooking amazing meals, if you picked that up . . .)
But it’s when the servant, Dmitri, is asked to fetch seven hundred roubles and awkwardly tries to tell Count Rostov something that you just know their finances are up the creek . . .
How up the creek remains to be seen as we go on.