Captain Lebyadkin thrashes that precious sister of his, the mad girl, every day with a whip, a real Cossack whip, every morning and evening.

So Alexey Nilitch has positively taken the lodge so as not to be present.

Well, good-bye." "A sister?
An invalid?
With a whip ?" Stepan Trofimovitch cried out, as though he had suddenly been lashed with a whip himself.

"What sister?
What Lebyadkin ?" All his former terror came back in an instant.
"Lebyadkin! Oh, that's the retired captain; he used only to call himself a lieutenant before...." "Oh, what is his rank to me?
What sister?
Good heavens!...

You say Lebyadkin?
But there used to be a Lebyadkin here...." "That's the very man.