And again he broke into a laugh.
"You are an unhappy man,"—repeated Lemm, slowly.
"Christofór Feódoritch,"—began Lavrétzky:—"will you undertake to deliver a note?"
"H'm. May I inquire, to whom?"
"To Liza...."
"Ah,—yes, yes, I understand. Very well. But when must the note be delivered?"
"To-morrow, as early as possible."
"H'm. I can send Katrina, my cook. No, I will go myself."
"And will you bring me the answer?"
"Yes, I will."