I know it well enough, for I had to pay for it." "How can you prove that this is the one ?" inquired the Cossack, who was beginning to lose his temper.
"You have nothing to say about it," said the porter, sharply.

"I have to do with this man"-- he pointed down at the Count--"who has brought the doll here, and pretends to know where it comes from." "Kerl!" exclaimed the Count, angrily.

"Fellow! I am not accustomed to being called 'man,' or to having my word doubted.

You had better be civil." "Then it is high time that you grew used to it," returned the porter, growing more and more excited.

"The police do not overwhelm fellows of your kind with politeness." "Fellows ?" cried the Count, losing his self-control altogether at being called by the name he had just applied to the porter.