CHIEF.--I should also advise you, Ammos Feodor'itch, to turn your attention to court affairs. In the anteroom, where the clients usually assemble, your janitor has got a lot of geese and goslings, which waddle about under foot. Of course it is praiseworthy to be thrifty in domestic affairs, and why should not the janitor be so, too? Only, you know, it is not proper in that place. I intended to mention it to you before, but always forgot it. JUDGE.--I'll order them to be taken to the kitchen this very day. Will you dine with me? CHIEF.--And moreover, it is not well that all sorts of stuff should be put to dry in the court-room, and that over the very desk with the documents, there should be a hunting-whip.... Yes, and strange to say, there is no man who has not his faults. God himself has arranged it so, and it is useless for free-thinkers to maintain the contrary. JUDGE.--What do you mean by 'faults,' Anton Anton'itch? There are various sorts of faults. I tell every one frankly that I take bribes; but what sort of bribes? Greyhound pups. That's quite another thing. CHIEF.--Well, greyhound pups or anything else, it's all the same. JUDGE.--Well, no, Anton Anton'itch. But, for example, if some one has a fur coat worth five hundred rubles, and his wife has a shawl-- CHIEF.--Well, and how about your taking greyhound pups as bribes? Why don't you trust in God? You never go to church. I am firm in the faith, at all events, and go to church every Sunday. But you--oh, I know you! If you begin to talk about the creation, one's hair rises straight up on his head. JUDGE.--It came of itself, of its own accord.