And there was one of them turned out of a confectioner's shop the other day.

They are like that, authors, literary men, students, town-criers....

Pfoo! You get along! I shall look in upon you myself one day.

Then you had better be careful! Do you hear ?" With hurried deference, Luise Ivanovna fell to curtsying in all directions, and so curtsied herself to the door.

But at the door, she stumbled backwards against a good-looking officer with a fresh, open face and splendid thick fair whiskers.