The assistant inquired in German whether he should give it, and receiving an affirmative reply from behind the partition, he took out a bottle and a funnel, deliberately poured the opium from a bigger bottle into a little one, stuck on a label, sealed it up, in spite of Levin's request that he would not do so, and was about to wrap it up too.

This was more than Levin could stand; he took the bottle firmly out of his hands, and ran to the big glass doors.

The doctor was not even now getting up, and the footman, busy now in putting down the rugs, refused to wake him.