room humming, even gave two little skips in the air, twisted a book of songs into a roll, and was tying it up with blue ribbon.... The door opened, and Lutchkov, in a coat without epaulettes, with a cap on his head, came into the room. Kister, astounded, stood still in the middle of the room, without finishing the bow he was tying.
'So you're marrying the Perekatov girl?' queried Avdey in a calm voice.
Kister fired up.
'Sir,' he began; 'decent people take off their caps and say good-morning when they come into another man's room.'
'Beg pardon,' the bully jerked out; and he took off his cap. 'Good-morning.'
'Good-morning, Mr. Lutchkov. You ask me if I am about to marry Miss Perekatov? Haven't you read my letter, then?'
'I have read your letter. You're going to get married. I congratulate you.'
'I accept your congratulation, and thank you for it. But I must be starting.'
'I should like to have a few words of explanation with you, Fyodor Fedoritch.'
'By all means, with pleasure,' responded the good-natured fellow. 'I must own I was expecting such an explanation. Your behaviour to me has been so strange, and I think, on my side, I have not deserved...
