"I? . . . I didn't get one. . . ." Pavel Ivanitch was overcome with confusion. "You are inventing . . . imagination." "Oh, come, tell us! Own up, you did! Why, it was I sent you that letter! Honour bright, I did! Ha ha!" Pavel Ivanitch turned crimson and bent over his plate. "Silly jokes," he growled. "But what could I do? Tell me that. . . . We had to scrub the rooms out this evening, and how could we get you out of the house? There was no other way of getting you out. . . . But don't be angry, stupid. . . . I didn't want you to be dull in the arbour, so I sent the same letter to Mitya too! Mitya, have you been to the arbour?" Mitya grinned and left off glaring with hatred at his rival. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Love and Other Stories, by Anton Chekhov