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"
What
is
the
matter
with
you
,
my
dear
?
"
she
said
crossly
to
the
maid
who
kept
her
waiting
some
minutes
.
"
Do
n't
you
wish
to
serve
me
?
Then
I
'll
find
you
another
place
.
"
The
countess
was
upset
by
her
friend
's
sorrow
and
humiliating
poverty
,
and
was
therefore
out
of
sorts
,
a
state
of
mind
which
with
her
always
found
expression
in
calling
her
maid
"
my
dear
"
and
speaking
to
her
with
exaggerated
politeness
.
"
I
am
very
sorry
,
ma'am
,
"
answered
the
maid
.
"
Ask
the
count
to
come
to
me
.
"
The
count
came
waddling
in
to
see
his
wife
with
a
rather
guilty
look
as
usual
.
"
Well
,
little
countess
?
What
a
sauté
of
game
au
madère
we
are
to
have
,
my
dear
!
I
tasted
it
.
The
thousand
rubles
I
paid
for
Tarás
were
not
ill-spent
.
He
is
worth
it
!
"
He
sat
down
by
his
wife
,
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
his
hands
ruffling
his
gray
hair
.
"
What
are
your
commands
,
little
countess
?
"
"
You
see
,
my
dear
...
What
's
that
mess
?
"
she
said
,
pointing
to
his
waistcoat
.
"
It
's
the
sauté
,
most
likely
,
"
she
added
with
a
smile
.
"
Well
,
you
see
,
Count
,
I
want
some
money
.
"
Her
face
became
sad
.
