"But the Swedish match, you know! How could I tell. . . ." "Choke yourself with your match! Go away and don't irritate me, or goodness knows what I shall do to you. Don't let me set eyes on you." Dyukovsky heaved a sigh, took his hat, and went out. "I'll go and get drunk!" he decided, as he went out of the gate, and he sauntered dejectedly towards the tavern. When the superintendent's wife got home from the bath-house she found her husband in the drawing-room. "What did the examining magistrate come about?" asked her husband. "He came to say that they had found Klyauzov. Only fancy, they found him staying with another man's wife." "Ah, Mark Ivanitch, Mark Ivanitch!" sighed the police superintendent, turning up his eyes. "I told you that dissipation would lead to no good! I told you so--you wouldn't heed me!" End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Cook's Wedding and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov