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"Yes, yes, with the first steamer from Nijhni; I know," said Wolf, with his condescending smile, who always knew everything in advance, whatever the subject mentioned to him. "What is the name of the prisoner?" "Maslova." Wolf walked to the table and looked into the papers. "That's right Maslova. Very well; I will ask my associates. We will hear the case Wednesday." "May I wire my lawyer?"
The Korchagins were moving from their estate to the Prince's sister, whose estate was situated on the Nijhni road. The procession passed into the ladies' room. The old Prince, however, seating himself at the table, immediately called over a waiter and began to order something.
Nekhludoff managed to see Maslova only twice between Nijhni and Perm once in Nijhni while the prisoners were being placed on a net-covered lighter, and again in the office of the Perm prison. On both occasions he found her secretive and unkind.
The firm repulse with which she met the impertinent advances of the men was taken by them as an insult and exasperated them. Her condition in this respect was somewhat relieved by the presence of Theodosia and Tarass, who, learning that his wife was subjected to these insults, had himself included among the prisoners, and riding as such from Nijhni, was able to protect her to some extent.
"Do you need anything?" asked Nekhludoff, feeling the heat issuing from the window as from a steam bath. "I do not need anything. Thank you." "If we could only get some water," said Theodosia. "Yes, some water," repeated Maslova. "I will ask one of the guards," said Nekhludoff. "We will not meet now until we reach Nijhni."
That did not bother them; but they were chiefly concerned with doing all that the law required them to do under the circumstances to make proper transfer of the dead, their papers and belongings, and to exclude them from the list of those that were to be transferred to Nijhni, which was very troublesome, especially on such a warm day.
While living in the apartments rented by the author, Maslova became infatuated with a jolly clerk living in the same house. She herself told the author of her infatuation, and moved into a smaller apartment. The clerk, who had promised to marry her, without saying anything, left for Nijhni, evidently casting her off, and Maslova remained alone.
They entered the office, where an armed escort of two soldiers stood. The clerk handed one of the soldiers a document, reeking of tobacco smoke, and, pointing to the prisoner, said: "Take her." The soldier, a Nijhni peasant with a red and pock-marked face, placed the paper into the cuff of his coat sleeve, and, smiling, winked to his muscular comrade.
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