they would find a path direct to the house. Or, if they chose to go up hill, they would reach the general's barns half a verst from Miestetchki. It was this route they chose.
"But who is this von Rabbek?" asked one. "The man who commanded the N Cavalry Division at Plevna?"
"No, that was not von Rabbek, but simply Rabbe — without the von."
"What glorious weather!"
At the first barn they came to, two roads diverged; one ran straight forward and faded in the dusk; the other turning to the right led to the general's house. As the officers drew near they talked less loudly. To right and to left stretched rows of red-roofed brick barns, in aspect heavy and morose as the barracks of provincial towns. In front gleamed the lighted windows of von Rabbek 's house.
"A good omen, gentlemen!" cried a young officer. "Our setter runs in advance. There is game ahead!"
On the face of Lieutenant Lobuitko, the tall stout officer referred to, there was not one trace of hair though he was twenty-five years old. He was famed among comrades for the instinct which told him of the presence of women in the neighbourhood. On hearing his comrade's remark, he turned his head and said —
"Yes. There are women there. My instinct tells me."
