"Open, I say!"—he repeated.
"But, Gavríla Andréitch,"—remarked Stepán from below:—"he 's deaf, you know—he does n't hear."
All burst out laughing.
"What is to be done?"—retorted Gavríla from the top of the stairs.
"Why, he has a hole in his door,"—replied Stepán;—"so do you wiggle a stick around in it a bit."
Gavríla bent down.
"He has stuffed it up with some sort of coat, that hole."
"But do you poke the coat inward."
At this point another dull bark rang out.
"See there, see there, she 's giving herself away!"—some one remarked in the crowd, and again there was laughter.