being too late; some even ran. At the door there stood a warder

who counted the visitors as they came in, saying aloud, 16, 17,

and so on. Another warder stood inside the building and also

counted the visitors as they entered a second door, touching each

one with his hand, so that when they went away again not one

visitor should be able to remain inside the prison and not one

prisoner might get out. The warder, without looking at whom he

was touching, slapped Nekhludoff on the back, and Nekhludoff felt