" Oh, do shut up, Yashvin!" he said, getting furious with Yashvin, who was pulling the rug off him.

" Shut up!" He turned over and opened his eyes.

" You'd better tell me what to drink; such a nasty taste in my mouth, that..." "Brandy's better than anything," boomed Yashvin.

" Tereshtchenko! brandy for your master and cucumbers," he shouted, obviously taking pleasure in the sound of his own voice.

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