Katia, the maidservant, made her appearance, terribly frightened.
“Goodness knows what it means, ma’am,” she said. “There is a whole collection of men come—all tipsy—and want to see you. They say that ‘it’s Rogojin, and she knows all about it.’ ”
“It’s all right, Katia, let them all in at once.”
“Surely not all , ma’am? They seem so disorderly—it’s dreadful to see them.”