"Here,"--said he, extending his hand:--"this here is the bedroom, and yonder, beyond it, is the room for the maids, and there are no other chambers...." We returned by way of the corridor.--"And what room is that yonder?"--I asked, pointing at a broad, white door with a lock. "That?"--Lukyánitch answered me, in a dull voice.--"That 's nothing." "How so?" "Because.... 'T is a store-room..." And he started to go into the anteroom. "A store-room? Cannot I look at it?"... "What makes you want to do that, master, really?!"--replied Lukyánitch with displeasure.--"What is there for you to look at? Chests, old crockery ... 't is a store-room, and nothing more...." "All the same, show it to me, please, old man,"--I said, although I was inwardly ashamed of my indecent persistence.--"I should like, you see .... I should like to have just such a house myself at home, in my village ...." I was ashamed: I could not complete the sentence I had begun. Lukyánitch stood with his grey head bent on his breast, and stared at me askance in a strange sort of way. "Show it,"--I said. "Well, as you like,"--he replied at last, got the key, and reluctantly opened the door. I glanced into the store-room. There really was nothing noteworthy about it. On the walls hung old portraits with gloomy, almost black countenances, and vicious eyes. The floor was strewn with all sorts of rubbish. "Well, have you seen all you want?"--asked Lukyánitch, gruffly. "Yes; thanks!"--I hastily replied. He slammed to the door. I went out into the anteroom, and from the anteroom into the courtyard. Lukyánitch escorted me, muttering: "Good-bye, sir!" and went off to his own wing. "But who was the lady visitor at your house last night?"--I called after him:--"I met her this morning in the grove." I had hoped to daze him with my sudden question, to evoke a thoughtless answer. But the old man merely laughed dully, and slammed the door behind him when he went in. I retraced my steps to Glínnoe. I felt awkward, like a boy who has been put to shame. "No,"--I said to myself:--"evidently, I shall not obtain a solution to this puzzle. I 'll give it up! I will think no more of all this." An hour later, I set out on my homeward drive, enraged and irritated.