"How is it you don't know? You live here and don't know. Why is it here? Why is she squinting?"
The ober-kellner could not answer these questions satisfactorily, and positively lost his head.
"Oh, what a blockhead!" commented Granny, in Russian. She was wheeled on. The same performance was repeated with a Dresden statuette, which Granny looked at for a long time, and then ordered them to remove, no one knew why. Finally, she worried the ober-kellner about what the carpets in the bedroom cost, and where they had been woven! The ober-kellner promised to make inquiries.
"What asses," Granny grumbled, and concentrated her whole attention on the bed. "What a gorgeous canopy! Open the bed."
They opened the bed.
"More, more, turn it all over. Take off the pillows, the pillows, lift up the feather bed."
Everything was turned over. Granny examined it attentively.
"It's a good thing there are no bugs. Take away all the linen! Make it up with my linen and my pillows. But all this is too gorgeous. Such rooms are not for an old woman like me. I shall be dreary all alone. Alexey Ivanovitch, you must come and see me very often when your lessons with the children are over."
"I left the General's service yesterday," I answered, "and am living in the hotel quite independently."
"How is that?"
"A German of high rank, a Baron, with his Baroness, came here from Berlin the other day. I addressed him yesterday in German without keeping to the Berlin accent."
"Well, what then?"
"He thought it an impertinence and complained to the General, and yesterday the General discharged me."
"Why, did you swear at the Baron, or what? (though if you had it wouldn't have mattered!)"
"Oh, no. On the contrary, the Baron raised his stick to thrash me.
"And did you, sniveller, allow your tutor to be treated like that?" she said suddenly, addressing the General; "and turned him out of his place too! Noodles! you're all a set of noodles, as I see."
"Don't disturb yourself, Auntie," said the General, with a
