The inspector came in. Svetlogoúb did not hear him enter.
“Who is it? What do you want?” asked Svetlogoúb, not recognizing him. “Ah, it’s you! … When is it to be?” he asked.
“I do not know,” answered the inspector, and, having stood still for a moment, suddenly began, in an insinuating, gentle voice:
“The priest is here … he would like to … to prep … he would like to see you.”
“I don’t want to—it is unnecessary! I want nothing. … Go away!” exclaimed Svetlogoúb.
“Don’t you want to write to anybody? … You can,” said the inspector.
“Yes, yes! Send what is necessary. I will write.”
The inspector went away.