he was on the point of performing a dance bare-footed across his room, but the entrance of Ivan prevented him. He told him to bring water, and after washing himself, he looked again in the glass. The nose was there! Then he dried his face with a towel and looked again. Yes, there was no mistake about it!
"Look here, Ivan, it seems to me that I have a heat-boil on my nose," he said to his valet.
And he thought to himself at the same time, "That will be a nice business if Ivan says to me 'No, sir, not only is there no boil, but your nose itself is not there!'"
But Ivan answered, "There is nothing, sir; I can see no boil on your nose."
"Good! Good!" exclaimed the Major, and snapped his fingers with delight.
At this moment the barber, Ivan Jakovlevitch, put his head in at the door, but as timidly as a cat which has just been beaten for stealing lard.
"Tell me first, are your hands clean?" asked Kovaloff when he saw him.
"Yes, sir."
"You lie."
"I swear they are perfectly clean, sir."
"Very well; then come here."
Kovaloff seated himself. Jakovlevitch tied a napkin under his chin, and in the twinkling of an eye covered his beard and part of his cheeks with a copious creamy lather.
