When I went into the bedroom with his polished shoes and brushed clothes, Georgy Ivanitch would be sitting in his bed with a face that looked, not drowsy, but rather exhausted by sleep, and he would gaze off in one direction without any sign of satisfaction at having waked. I reckoned that, living with the son, I should - from the conversations I should hear, and from the letters and papers I should find on the table - learn every detail of the father's plans and intentions.Īs a rule at eleven o'clock in the morning the electric bell rang in my footman's quarters to let me know that my master was awake. I entered this Orlov's service on account of his father, a prominent political man, whom I looked upon as a serious enemy of my cause. *Both g's hard, as in "Gorgon" e like ai in rain. He was about five and thirty, and was called Georgy* Ivanitch. THROUGH causes which it is not the time to go into in detail, I had to enter the service of a Petersburg official called Orlov, in the capacity of a footman.
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