The of postillion-bells broke the stillness of the crisp winter night—a coachman driving from the station perhaps. They rang out near the farm, were heard into a hollow; then, as the horses commenced to , they briskly into the country, their echoes at last dying away beyond the common.  
Polunin and his guest, Arkhipov, were playing chess in his study. Vera Lvovna was minding the infant; she talked with Alena for a while; then went into the drawing-room, and among the books there.
 
Polunin's study was large, candles burnt on the desk, books were about here and there; an antique firearm dimly shone above a wide, leather-covered sofa. The silent, moonlit night peered in through the blindless windows, through one of which was passed a wire. The telegraph-post stood close beside it, and its wires hummed ceaselessly in the room somewhere in a corner of the ceiling—a , barely audible sound, like a snow-storm.
 
The two men sat in silence, Polunin broad-shouldered and bearded,
Arkhipov lean, wiry, and bald.
Alena entered bringing in milk and cheese-cakes. She was a modest young woman with quiet eyes, and wore a white kerchief.
 
"Won't you please partake of our simple fare?" she asked shyly, inclining her head and folding her hands across her .
 
Silent and absent-minded, the chess-players sat down to table and supped. Alena was about to join them, but just then her child began to cry, and she hurriedly left the room. The tea-urn softly simmered and , emitting a low, sound in with that of the wires. The men took up their tea and returned to their chess. Vera Lvovna returned from the drawing-room; and, taking a seat on the sofa beside her husband, sat there without stirring, with the , motionless eyes of a nocturnal bird.
 
"Have you examined the Goya, Vera Lvovna?" Polunin asked suddenly.
 
"I just glanced through the History of Art; then I sat down with
Natasha."
"He has the most wonderful devilry!" Polunin declared, "and, do you know, there is another painter—Bosch. He has something more than devilry in him. You should see his Temptation of St. Anthony!"
 
They began to discuss Goya, Bosch, and St. Anthony, and as Polunin he imp............