"Brandy, do you think? Eh?" queried Petritsky, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

" And you'll drink something? All right then, we'll have a drink together! Vronsky, have a drink?" said Petritsky, getting up and wrapping the tiger-skin rug round him.

He went to the door of the partition wall, raised his hands, and hummed in French, "There was a king in Thule.