VIII

The creak of boots resounded in the passage, and then there was heard the usual suppressed cough which announces the presence of a person of subordinate position. Onisim went out and promptly came back, accompanied by a diminutive soldier with a little, old woman's face, in a patched cloak yellow with age, and wearing neither breeches nor cravat. Pyetushkov was startled; while the soldier drew himself up, wished him good day, and handed him a large envelope bearing the government seal. In this envelope was a note from the major in command of the garrison: he called upon Pyetushkov to come to him without fail or delay.

Pyetushkov turned the note over in his hands, and could not refrain from asking the messenger, did he know why the major desired his presence, though he was very well aware of the utter futility of his question.

'We cannot tell!' the soldier cried, with great effort, yet hardly audibly, as though he were half asleep.

'Isn't he summoning the other officers?' Pyetushkov pursued.

'We cannot tell,' the soldier cried a second time, in just the same voice.

'All right, you can go,' pronounced Pyetu