"There is the samovar; but as to sugar——"
"No sugar? What a nuisance!"
"None, unless Walkowa has some, because the young lady——"
"Where is the young lady?"
"Poor thing! she's lying in the next room."
"Has she been ill long?"
"She's been ailing as long as a fortnight. She was taken bad with something."
The woman half opened the door of the next room.
"Wait a moment; I must warm myself," the doctor said angrily, taking off his fur coat.
It was not difficult to get warm in that stuffy little den; the stove threw out a terrific heat, so that the doctor went into the "young lady's" room as quickly as possible.