"Have the horses put in!" cried the count, as he entered the sitting-room of the hotel with all his friends including the gypsies.
"Sashka,-not the gypsy Sashka, but mine,-tell the superintendent that if the horses are poor I will flog him. Now give us some tea. Zavalshevsky, make some tea; I am going to Ilyin's; I want to find how things have g