Inspector. Odd? What sort of business?
Shopkeeper. Well, you see, it’s this way—don’t be angry, your honour, just take three silver roubles for your household expenses.
Inspector. Sit down, please.
Shopkeeper. Oh, I can stand, your honour; ... I don’t mind standing.
Inspector. What’s your business?
Shopkeeper. Your honour is aware that I have a ’ouse in your district, with a wooden fence....
Inspector. Yes.
Shopkeeper. Well, in that ’ouse I’ve got a factory—a weaving factory.
Inspector. Well?
Shopkeeper. Well, you see, sir——