Yúditch hung his head and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Hey there, people!" shouted Iván Andréevitch in a raging voice.—"The rods!"
"What? You mean to .... whip ... me?" whispered Yúditch.
"Thou shalt catch it! And how art thou any better than the rest? Thou art a thief! Well, now, Yúditch! I had not expected such rascality from thee!"
"I have grown grey in your service, Iván Andréevitch," said Yúditch with an effort.
"And what care I about thy grey hair? May the devil take thee and thy service!"
The people entered.
"Take him, and give him a good flogging!"
Iván Andréevitch's lips were pale and trembling. He ramped about the room like a wild beast in a confined cage.
The men did not dare to execute his commands.