Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"Elspeth...."
The maid approached, glancing at him suspiciously.
"Here, take it. You were put to so much inconvenience last night, and then those other unpleasant things.... Go on, take it."
"One hundred marks?" the maid asked in a whisper, and then suddenly blushed crimson. Heaven only knows what rushed through her head, but she banged the wastebasket down o