Katia, the maid-servant, 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.”
“Yes all, Katia, all — every one of them. Let them in, or they’ll come in whether you like or no. Listen! what a noise they are making! Perhaps you are