"Yes, uncle, he saved your life."
"Ah, now I remember. We were buried by the snow. How long ago was it? was it not yesterday?"
"Scarce an hour ago," said Lenz.
"Hear you no help coming?"
"I hear nothing. Keep quiet a few minutes while I go into the other room, and get you something to drink."
"Leave me the light; bring me something warm."
"Serves me right," said Petrovitsch when he was left by himself; "serves me exactly right. What business had I to go out of my accustomed way?"
He seemed revived by the brandy Lenz brought him, and caressing his dog, who had nestled close to his master's side, said: "Let me go to sleep now. What is that noise? Is there not a raven crying?"
"Yes, one was swept down the kitchen chimney by the snow."
"Very well; let me sleep now."