The immediate consequence of these spiteful fictions would be that Fischelowitz would dress himself very leisurely, swallowing the smoke of several cigarettes in the meanwhile, and that he would hardly be clothed, fed and out of the house before eight in the morning, instead of being on the way to the shop at seven as was his usual practice.
But the Count was not at all disturbed by this.

The persons whose coming he expected were not of the class who pay visits at eight o'clock.

It was as pleasant to sit still and think of the glorious things in the future, as to do anything else, until the great moment came.

Here, at least, he was undisturbed by the voices of men, unless Dumnoff's portentous snore could be called a voice, and to this his ear had grown accustomed.
He sat down again, therefore, in his old position, crossed one knee over the other and again produced the piece of crumpled newspaper which held his tobacco.

The supply was low, but he consoled himself with the belief that Dumnoff probably had some about him, and rolled what remained of his own for immediate consumption.
He was quite right in his surmises concerning his late employer and the latter's wife.