And he walked on, turned down the second street to the left, then the first to the right and looked for number 15. It was a nice looking house, and one could see behind the closed blinds that the windows were lighted up on the first floor. The hall door was left partly open, and a lamp was burning in the vestibule. The non-commissioned officer thought to himself: “This looks all right.” He went in and, as no one appeared, he called out: “Hallo there, hallo!” A little maid appeared and looked astonished at seeing a soldier. He said: “Good-morning, my child. Are the ladies upstairs?” “Yes, sir.” “In the parlor?” “Yes, sir.” “May I go up?” “Yes, sir.” “The door opposite the stairs?” “Yes, sir.” He ascended the stairs, opened a door and saw sitting in a room well lighted up by two lamps, a chandelier, and two candelabras with candles in them, four ladies in evening dress, apparently expecting some one. Three of them, the younger ones, remained seated, with rather a formal air, on some crimson velvet chairs; while the fourth, who was about forty-five, was arranging some flowers in a vase. She was very stout, and wore a green silk dress with low neck and short sleeves, allowing her red neck, covered with powder, to escape as a huge flower might from its corolla. The officer saluted them, saying: “Good-day, ladies.” The older woman turned round, appeared surprised, but bowed. “Good-morning, sir.” He sat down. But seeing that they did not welcome him eagerly, he thought that possibly only commissioned officers were admitted to the house, and this made him uneasy. But he said: “Bah, if one comes in, we can soon tell.” He then remarked: “Are you all well?” The large lady, no doubt the mistress of the house, replied: “Very well, thank you!” He could think of nothing else to say, and they were all silent. But at last, being ashamed of his bashfulness, and with an awkward laugh, he said: “Do not people have any amusement in this country? I will pay for a bottle of wine.” He had not finished his sentence when the door opened, and in walked Padoie dressed in a black suit. Varajou gave a shout of joy, and rising from his seat, he rushed at his brother-in-law, put his arms round him and waltzed him round the room, shouting: “Here is Padoie! Here is Padoie! Here is Padoie!” Then letting go of the tax collector he exclaimed as he looked him in the face: “Oh, oh, oh, you scamp, you scamp! You are out for a good time, too. Oh, you scamp! And my sister! Are you tired of her, say?” As he thought of all that he might gain through this unexpected situation, the forced loan, the inevitable blackmail, he flung himself on the lounge and laughed so heartily that the piece of furniture creaked all over. The three young ladies, rising simultaneously, made their escape, while the older woman retreated to the door looking as though she were about to faint.