The tobacconist wrapped it up in a piece of newspaper without a word and handed it to the Count.

He felt perhaps that the only atonement he could offer for his wife's brutal conduct was to accede to the request.
"Thank you," said the Count, taking the thing.

"On the word of a gentleman you shall have the money before to-morrow night." "A good riddance of both of them," snarled Akulina, as the Count lifted his hat and then, his head bent more than was his wont, passed out of the shop with the remains of the poor Gigerl under his arm..