Chapter 123: A Happy Ending

A Happy Ending Lyubov Grigoryevna, a substantial, buxom lady of forty who undertook matchmaking and many other matters of which it is usual to speak only in whispers, had come to see Stytchkin, the head guard, on a day when he was off duty. Stytchkin, somewhat embarrassed, but, as always, grave, practical, and severe, was walking up and down the room, smoking a cigar and saying: “Very pleased to make your acquaintance. Semyon Ivanovitch recommended you on the ground that you may be able to…