"O—h!" repeated the old man, raising his eyebrows, "and she has come here?"
"Yes. She is now in my house, and I—I am a most unfortunate man."
And he laughed again.
"You are a most unfortunate man," slowly repeated Lemm.
"Christopher Fedorovich," presently said Lavretsky, "will you undertake to deliver a note?"
"Hm! To whom, may I ask?"
"To Lizav—"
"Ah! yes, yes, I understand. Very well. But when must the note be delivered?"
"To-morrow, as early as possible."
"Hm! I might send my cook, Katrin. No, I will go myself."