Martsian shrugged his shoulders, raised them till his head seemed to be in his bosom, and answered,-- "He is rattling yet." "Is there no hope?" "None." At that moment through the open door came distinctly the solemn words of the prelate,-- "_Ego te absolve a peccatis tuis--et ab omnibus censuris, in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti_. Amen." (I absolve thee from thy sins, and from all blame, in the name of the Father and Son and Holy Ghost.) All knelt and began to pray. Pani Vinnitski passed between the kneeling people, holding with both hands the reliquary. Martsian followed and closed the door after him. But it was not closed long, for a quarter of an hour later Martsian appeared in it and said in his squeaking voice of a clarionet,-- "He is dead!" Then with the words, "Eternal rest," they moved one after another to the chancellery, to cast a last look at the dead man. Meanwhile at the other end of the house, in the dining-hall, revolting scenes were enacted. The servants of the household had hated Pan Gideon as much as they had feared him; hence it seemed to them that with his death would come an hour of relief, delight, and impunity. To servants from outside an occasion was offered for revelry; so all servants, as well those of the house as others summoned in to assist them, tipsy more or less since midday, rushed now at the wine and the viands. Servants raised to their lips whole flasks of Dantsic liquor, Malmoisie, and Hungarian wine; others, more greedy for food, seized pieces of meat and cake. The snow-white tablecloth was stained in one twinkle with gravies. In the disturbance chairs were overturned on the floor and candlesticks on the table. Ornamented cut glasses fell from drunken hands to the floor with a crash and were broken. Quarrels and fights burst out here and there in the dining-hall. Some stole table ornaments directly. In one word, an orgy began, sounds of which flew to the other end of the mansion. Martsian Krepetski, and after him the two Sulgostovskis, young Zabierzovski and one more of the guests, rushed toward those outcries, and at sight of what was happening drew their sabres. At the first moment disturbance increased. The Sulgostovskis went no further than to strike with the flat of the weapons, but Martsian was seized by an access of fury. His staring eyes protruded still farther, his teeth glittered from under his mustaches, and he began to cut with the sabre edge whatever man met him. Some were covered with blood, others hid under the table; the remainder crowded in disordered flight through the door, and Martsian cut at this throng while he shouted,-- "Dog brothers! Scoundrels! I am master in this place!" And he rushed after them to the entrance whence his shrieking voice was heard shouting,-- "Clubs! rods!" And the guests stood in the hall, as in ruins, gazing with mortified look, and shaking their heads at the spectacle. "I have never seen such a sad sight," said one Sulgostovski.