Inspector. What’s that!—Grigòriev!...
Shopkeeper. So I said to him: “What d’you mean?” I says; “why, any gentleman can hit you over the head if he likes, and you can’t do anything—let alone, his honour the Inspector,” says I.
Inspector. Grigòriev!
Shopkeeper. You see, your honour, people like us can’t pass over things of that sort, ’cause why?—we should just lose all our capital....
Inspector. Gri—gòriev!
Shopkeeper. And I do say, sir, that for us the Inspector ... it’s like this, you see, ... as if——
(Enter Grigòriev.)
Grigòriev. What is it, yer honour?
Inspector. Blockhead!
Grigòriev. At your honour’s service.