"I let someone in, your excellency!" "Mercy on us!" and with a heavy sigh the marshal of the province walked with downcast head to the high table in the middle of the room, his legs staggering in his white trousers.

Nevyedovsky had scored a higher majority, as they had planned, and he was the new marshal of the province.

Many people were amused, many were pleased and happy, many were in ecstasies, many were disgusted and unhappy.