"Bring me..." he reflected a moment, "yes, bring me seven hundred rubles, yes! But mind, don't bring me such tattered and dirty notes as last time, but nice clean ones for the countess." "Yes, Dmitri, clean ones, please," said the countess, sighing deeply.
"When would you like them, your excellency ?" asked Dmitri.

"Allow me to inform you...

But, don't be uneasy," he added, noticing that the count was beginning to breathe heavily and quickly which was always a sign of approaching anger.

"I was forgetting...

Do you wish it brought at once ?" "Yes, yes; just so! Bring it.