The prince rose and took off his mantle, revealing a neat enough morning costume—a little worn, but well made. He wore a steel watch chain and from this chain there hung a silver Geneva watch. Fool the prince might be, still, the general’s servant felt that it was not correct for him to continue to converse thus with a visitor, in spite of the fact that the prince pleased him somehow. “And what time of day does the lady receive?” the latter asked, reseating himself in his old place. “Oh, that’s not in _my_ province! I believe she receives at any time; it depends upon the visitors. The dressmaker goes in at eleven. Gavrila Ardalionovitch is allowed much earlier than other people, too; he is even admitted to early lunch now and then.” “It is much warmer in the rooms here than it is abroad at this season,” observed the prince; “but it is much warmer there out of doors. As for the houses—a Russian can’t live in them in the winter until he gets accustomed to them.” “Don’t they heat them at all?” “Well, they do heat them a little; but the houses and stoves are so different to ours.” “H’m! were you long away?” “Four years! and I was in the same place nearly all the time,—in one village.” “You must have forgotten Russia, hadn’t you?” “Yes, indeed I had—a good deal; and, would you believe it, I often wonder at myself for not having forgotten how to speak Russian? Even now, as I talk to you, I keep saying to myself ‘how well I am speaking it.’ Perhaps that is partly why I am so talkative this morning. I assure you, ever since yesterday evening I have had the strongest desire to go on and on talking Russian.” “H’m! yes; did you live in Petersburg in former years?” This good flunkey, in spite of his conscientious scruples, really could not resist continuing such a very genteel and agreeable conversation. “In Petersburg? Oh no! hardly at all, and now they say so much is changed in the place that even those who did know it well are obliged to relearn what they knew. They talk a good deal about the new law courts, and changes there, don’t they?” “H’m! yes, that’s true enough. Well now, how is the law over there, do they administer it more justly than here?” “Oh, I don’t know about that! I’ve heard much that is good about our legal administration, too. There is no capital punishment here for one thing.” “Is there over there?” “Yes—I saw an execution in France—at Lyons. Schneider took me over with him to see it.” “What, did they hang the fellow?” “No, they cut off people’s heads in France.” “What did the fellow do?—yell?”