Within a quarter of an hour they were getting into a covered trap, he very lively and quite satisfied, she with her pack beside him, with a grateful smile on her face. Anisim helped them in.

“A good journey to you, sir,” said he, bustling officiously round the trap, “it has been a treat to see you.”

“Goodbye, goodbye, my friend, goodbye.”

“You’ll see Fyodor Matveyevitch, sir⁠ ⁠…”

“Yes, my friend, yes⁠ ⁠… Fyodor Petrovitch⁠ ⁠… only goodbye.”