The Cyclop, Leontyevna, Sergius Andreevich's servant, tramped in heavily with her man's boots from the Labour Exchange; her solitary eye peered searchingly into Anna Andreevna's stove.
"I'll see she's not deceiving us over the firewood," she shouted aggressively: "Oh, what a store she's got!"
"But you have used the birch-wood," the general hit back from his room.
The Cyclop flew into a rage and slapped her thighs. One of the periodic scenes ensued.
"What?" Leontyevna cried, "I am not trusted, I am being spied on!
Lina Fedorovna, I am going to complain to the Exchange."
Lina Fedorovna joined in from behind her door.
"She isn't trusted, she is being spied on," she echoed, "there must be spies in this house! And they call themselves intellectual people!"
"But you took the birch-wood!" protested Lvovich.
"And they call themselves intellectual!" screamed Lina.
The general came out into the passage and said severely: