sentinel, sat a warder on a bench, dressed in uniform, with gold

cords, a notebook in his hands. The visitors came up to him, and

named the persons they wanted to see, and he put the names down.

Nekhludoff also went up, and named Katerina Maslova. The warder

"Why--don't they admit us yet?" asked Nekhludoff.

"The service is going on. When the mass is over, you'll be

Nekhludoff stepped aside from the waiting crowd. A man in

tattered clothes, crumpled hat, with bare feet and red stripes