give us some good advice.' It was she who had sent Nezhdanov to him after dinner.
The evening passed rather drearily; luckily dinner was not over till late, and there was not much time to get through before night. Kallomyetsev was politely sulky and said nothing.
'What's the matter?' Madame Sipyagin asked him half-jeeringly. 'Have you lost something?'
'That's just it,' answered Kallomyetsev. 'They tell a story of one of our commanders of the guards that he used to complain that his soldiers had lost their socks. "Find me that sock!" And I say, find me the word "sir"! That word "sir" has gone astray, and all proper respect and reverence for rank have gone with it!'
Madame Sipyagin declared to Kallomyetsev that she was not prepared to assist him in his quest of it.
Emboldened by the success of his 'speech' at dinner, Sipyagin delivered a couple of other harangues, letting drop as he did so a few statesmanlike reflections on indispensable measures; he dropped also a few sayings—des mots—more weighty than witty, he had specially prepared for Petersburg. One of these sayings he even said over twice, pre-
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