Good-night, and do not forget that you are to take me with you to Russia." "I will not forget," said the Count.
Dumnoff stretched his heavy limbs on the wooden pallet, rolled his great head once or twice from side to side until his fur-like hair made something like a cushion and then, in the course of three minutes, fell fast asleep.
The Count sat upright in his place, drumming with his fingers upon one knee.
"It is a wonder that I am not mad," he said to himself.

"But Vjera never thought it of me--and that fellow is evidently the worse for liquor.".