"You, then, Tschekin?" said Bernikoff savagely.
"I hav'n't a kopec to spare, Excellency!"
"Well—I saw a pretty housemaid at your mansion in the town yesterday—the daughter of a serf apparently."
"Feodorowna?"
"Very likely—with red hair and brawn eyes."
"Ah! the same; she came with Madame Tschekin from the household of her father, General Weymarn."
"By all the devils, she is very like old Weymarn!"
"She is the daughter of my old nurse, Colonel," said Tschekin gravely, with an air of annoyance.
"I don't care whose daughter she is!"
"Well?"