‘Oh!’ said the gentleman, glancing at the card, ‘you are the Mr Squeers mentioned here, I presume?’

Ilyin put a few drops of rum into the bucket of water and brought it to Mary Hendrikhovna, asking her to stir it with her finger.

On seeing the Russian general he threw back his head, with its long hair curling to his shoulders, in a majestically royal manner, and looked inquiringly at the French colonel. The colonel respectfully informed His Majesty of Balashev`s mission, whose name he could not pronounce.