tallow dip, she knocked up against two or three couples who could not be seen at a distance, and in passing the door of the men's ward, she heard suppressed laughter that came through the little window cut in it.
"Eh, they're having fun," the guard who conducted Katerina Lvovna mumbled discontentedly, and taking her by the shoulders he pushed her into a corner and went away.
Katerina Lvovna groping about felt a woman's jacket and a beard; her other hand touched a woman's hot face.
"Who's that?" Sergei asked in an undertone.
"What are you doing here? Who are you with?"
Katerina Lvovna tore her rival's handkerchief off. The latter ran away, and tripping over some one fell down.
Hearty laughter resounded from the men's ward.
"Villain," hissed Katerina Lvovna and hit Sergei across the face with the end of the handkerchief she had torn from his new friend's head.
Sergei lifted his hand, but Katerina Lvovna slipped quickly away along the corridor, and regained her door. The laughter in the men's ward became so loud that the sentry, who was standing apathetically near the dip, spitting at the toes of his boots, lifted his head and growled:
