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turned her attention to the bed.

"What a huge counterpane!" she exclaimed. "Turn it back,

please." The lacqueys did so.

"Further yet, further yet," the old lady cried. "Turn it RIGHT

back. Also, take off those pillows and bolsters, and lift up the

feather bed."

The bed was opened for her inspection.

"Mercifully it contains no bugs," she remarked.

"Pull off the whole thing, and then put on my own pillows and

sheets. The place is too luxurious for an old woman like myself.

It is too large for any one person. Alexis Ivanovitch, come and

see me whenever you are not teaching your pupils,"

"After tomorrow I shall no longer be in the General's

service," I replied, "but merely living in the hotel on my own

account."

"Why so?"

"Because, the other day, there arrived from Berlin a German and

his wife--persons of some importance; and, it chanced that, when

taking a walk, I spoke to them in German without having properly

compassed the Berlin accent."

"Indeed?"

"Yes: and this action on my part the Baron held to be an

insult, and complained about it to the General, who yesterday

dismissed me from his employ."

"But I suppose you must have threatened that precious Baron, or

something of the kind? However, even if you did so, it was a

matter of no moment."

"No, I did not. The Baron was the aggressor by raising his

stick at me."

Upon that the Grandmother turned sharply to the General.

"What? You permitted yourself to treat your tutor thus, you

nincompoop, and to dismiss him from his post? You are a

blockhead--an utter blockhead! I can see that clearly."

"Do not alarm yourself, my dear mother," the General replied

with a lofty air--an air in which there was also a tinge of

familiarity. "I am quite capable of managing my own affairs.

Moreover, Alexis Ivanovitch has not given you a true account of

the matter."

"What did you do next?" The old lady inquired of me.

"I wanted to challenge the Baron to a duel," I replied as

modestly as possible; "but the General protested against my

doing so."

"And WHY did you so protest? " she inquired of the General.

Then she turned to the landlord, and questioned him as to

whether HE would not have fought a duel, if challenged. "For,"

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