Akulina ushered him into the little sitting-room and prepared him a large glass of tea with a slice of lemon in it.

She filled another for herself and sat down opposite to him at the table.
"The poor Count!" she exclaimed.

"He is sure to get himself into trouble some day.

I suppose people cannot help behaving oddly when they are mad, poor things.

And the Count is certainly mad, Herr Schmidt." "Quite mad, poor man.