Here Colia handed him a chair, and he subsided into it, breathless with rage. "Hadn't you better—better—take a nap?" murmured the stupefied Ptitsin. "A nap?" shrieked the general. "I am not drunk, sir; you insult me! I see," he continued, rising, "I see that all are against me here. Enough—I go; but know, sirs—know that—"
