Stepán, a sturdy young fellow, who served as footman, rushed headlong to the garden and tried to seize Mumú; but the latter cleverly slipped out of his fingers, and elevating her tail, set off at full gallop to Gerásim, who was in the kitchen beating out and shaking out the water-cask, twirling it about in his hands like a child's drum. Stepán ran after her, and tried to seize her at the very feet of her master; but the agile dog would not surrender herself into the hands of a stranger, and kept leaping and evading him. Gerásim looked on at all this tumult with a grin; at last Stepán rose in wrath, and hastily gave him to understand by signs that the mistress had ordered the dog to be brought to her. Gerásim was somewhat surprised, but he called Mumú, lifted her from the ground, and handed her to Stepán. Stepán carried her into the drawing-room, and placed her on the polished wood floor. The mistress began to call the dog to her in a caressing voice. Mumú, who had never in her life been in such magnificent rooms, was extremely frightened, and tried to dart through the door, but, rebuffed by the obsequious Stepán, fell to trembling, and crouched against the wall. "Mumú, Mumú, come hither to me,"--said the mistress;--"come, thou stupid creature .... don't be afraid...." "Come, Mumú, come to the mistress,"--repeated the dependents;--"come!" But Mumú looked anxiously about and did not stir from the spot. "Bring her something to eat,"--said the mistress.--"What a stupid thing she is! She won't come to the mistress. What is she afraid of?" "She feels strange still,"--remarked one of the dependents, in a timid and imploring voice. Stepán brought a saucer of milk and set it in front of Mumú, but Mumú did not even smell of the milk, and kept on trembling and gazing about her, as before. "Akh, who ever saw such a creature!"--said the mistress, as she approached her, bent down and was on the point of stroking her; but Mumú turned her head and displayed her teeth in a snarl.--The mistress hastily drew back her hand. A momentary silence ensued. Mumú whined faintly, as though complaining and excusing herself... The mistress retreated and frowned. The dog's sudden movement had frightened her. "Akh!"--cried all the dependents with one accord:--"She didn't bite you, did she? God forbid!" (Mumú had never bitten any one in her life.) "Akh! akh!" "Take her away,"--said the old woman, in an altered voice,--"the horrid little dog! What a vicious beast she is!" And slowly turning, she went toward her boudoir. The dependents exchanged timorous glances and started to follow her, but she paused, looked coldly at them, said: "Why do you do that? for I have not bidden you," and left the room.