That's one comfort.' Again, after he had ridden a little way, he said to himself: 'they told me at the Commission to go and make my own means of enjoying myself.

Very good.

I'll do so.' However, what became of Kopeikin, and whither he went, is known to no one.

He sank, to use the poet's expression, into the waters of Lethe, and his doings now lie buried in oblivion.

But allow me, gentlemen, to piece together the further threads of the story.