With a pale face he stepped out of his carriage.
"Caps off!" he said breathlessly and hardly audibly.

"On your knees!" he squealed, to the surprise of every one, to his own surprise too, and perhaps the very unexpectedness of the position was the explanation of what followed.

Can a sledge on a switchback at carnival stop short as it flies down the hill?
What made it worse, Andrey Antonovitch had been all his life serene in character, and never shouted or stamped at anyone; and such people are always the most dangerous if it once happens that something sets their sledge sliding downhill.

Everything was whirling before his eyes.
"Filibusters!" he yelled still more shrilly and absurdly, and his voice broke.

He stood, not knowing what he was going to do, but knowing and feeling in his whole being that he certainly would do something directly.
"Lord!" was heard from the crowd.