"I was thinking—well, take it. A soldier read the address for me—that it had money."
"Well, let me have it."
"I didn't dare to go home on account of this," said Dutlof again, not letting go the precious envelope. "Well, let her see it."
Duniasha took the envelope, and once more went to her ladyship.
"Duniasha,"[24] said the mistress in a reproachful tone, "don't speak to me about that money. I can't think of any thing else except that poor little babe."
"The muzhík, my lady,[25] knows not who you want him to give it to," insisted Duniasha.
The lady broke the seals, shuddered as soon as she saw the money, and pondered for a moment.
"Horrible money! it has brought nothing but woe," she mused.
"It is Dutlof, my lady. Do you wish him to go, or will you come and see him? Is all the money there?" asked Duniasha.