patiently. Kapiton turned away and staggered off.
"But, if it were not for him," the steward shouted after him, "you would consent for your part?"
"I signify my acquiescence," retorted Kapiton as he disappeared. His fine language did not desert him, even in the most trying positions. The steward walked several times up and down the room.
"Well, call Tatiana now," he said at last. A few instants later, Tatiana had come up almost noiselessly, and was standing in the doorway.
"What are your orders, Gavrila Andreitch?" she said in a soft voice. The steward looked at her intently.
"Well, Taniusha," he said, "would you like to be married? Our lady has chosen a husband for you?"
"Yes, Gavrila Andreitch. And whom has she deigned to name as a husband for me?" she added falteringly.
"Kapiton, the shoemaker."
"Yes, sir."
"He's a feather-brained fellow, that's certain. But it's just for that the mistress reckons upon you."
"Yes, sir."
