What's that mess ?" she said, pointing to his waistcoat.

"It's the saute, most likely," she added with a smile.

"Well, you see, Count, I want some money." Her face became sad.
"Oh, little countess!"...

and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.
"I want a great deal, Count! I want five hundred rubles," and taking out her cambric handkerchief she began wiping her husband's waistcoat.
"Yes, immediately, immediately! Hey, who's there ?" he called out in a tone only used by persons who are certain that those they call will rush to obey the summons.

"Send Dmitri to me!" Dmitri, a man of good family who had been brought up in the count's house and now managed all his affairs, stepped softly into the room.
"This is what I want, my dear fellow," said the count to the deferential young man who had entered.