"Pardon me," said Captain Marckovitch, "but your Excellency's establishment includes a carriage and pair. It is already waiting at the door. Will it please you to make a start just now?" "All right! I suppose I can't say anything better than that, can I?" Captain Marckovitch bowed. "Certainly, that will do admirably. In fact, sir, it's the only thing you need say while you are with us. Perhaps you will graciously pardon me if I take this opportunity of once more reminding you that, as your appointment is so--er--recent, it would perhaps be best if you permitted yourself to be guided by Major Romanoff and myself." Petroff wagged his grey head with an air of profound wisdom. "Quite so. You tell me what to say, and I'll say it." The senior adjutant bowed gravely. "I was going to suggest that, sir. We are now all going out together to make some purchases for your Excellency's wife. While we are in the different shops it will not be necessary for you to say anything but 'All right' whenever your opinion is asked. You see, sir, your previous experience has almost entirely been gained on the field of battle. In fact, you have only just returned from a campaign." "Have I?" interrupted the old man. "'Pon my word, I don't recollect it very clearly." "Your Excellency was wounded in action," observed Captain Marckovitch, suavely. "Your memory may not return for a day or two. Still, you have only to say 'All right.'" "Yes, I can remember that." There was only time for a parting glass of vodka, and as Petroff drained the last drop in the bottle all his qualms disappeared. He felt determined to show the whole of St. Petersburg that he was as fine a major-general as any that the army of the Czar contained. The whole way down the stairs and out into the courtyard he kept repeating to himself, "I'm a general. All right." A splendidly-appointed carriage was in waiting at the doorway. As the trio entered it, Major Romanoff gave the liveried coachman the address of a jewellery establishment in the Nevski Prospect. A few minutes' drive brought them to the door. The moment they alighted the manager and his assistants, dazzled by the magnificent equipage and uniforms of the party, came forward to receive their illustrious patrons with deferential bows. Major Romanoff went up to Petroff, who had sunk heavily into a chair. "Shall I explain your Excellency's wishes to Mr. Gorshine?" he inquired. The manager rubbed his hands briskly. The unknown patron was an Excellency, then! "All right," said Petroff. "Perhaps I might be permitted to show his Excellency a selection from my stock," suggested Mr. Gorshine. "Quite so," said Captain Marckovitch, hastily. "You must, however, please understand that his Excellency does not wish to spend more than two hundred thousand roubles this afternoon. The general," he added, sinking his voice a little, "is not feeling very well, so perhaps you had better make all the arrangements with Major Romanoff and myself."