"Glad?"
"I don't know; what's to be said? Here it's"—He did not finish his sentence, but waved his hand, grinned, almost burst into tears, and went out.
The bell tinkled in the mistress's room.
"Well, did you give it to him?"
"I did."
"Well, was he very glad?"
"He was like one gone crazy."
"Oh, bring him back! I want to ask him how he found it. Bring him in here. I can't go out to him."
Duniasha flew out, and overtook the muzhík in the hall. He had not put on his hat, but had taken out his purse, and bending over was opening it; but the money he held between his teeth. Maybe it seemed to him that it was not his until he had put it in his purse. When Duniasha called him back, he was startled.
"What ... Avdót'ya?... Avdót'ya Mikolavna? Is she going to take it away from me? If you would only take my part, I would bring you some honey,—before God I would."