that you should clear out. Will it suit you to act on my suggestion?"
Pavel Pavlovitch positively reeled; he turned pale, but a diabolical smile came on to his lips at once.
"No, it won't suit me at all," he rapped out laconically.
"You don't say so!" The young man turned round in the armchair and crossed one leg over the other.
"I don't know who it is I'm speaking to," added Pavel Pavlovitch. "I believe, indeed, that there's no object in continuing our conversation."
Uttering this, he too thought fit to sit down.
"I told you you would be tired," the youth observed casually "I told you just now that my name is Alexandr Lobov, and that, Nadyezhda and I are pledged to one another; consequently you can't say, as you did just now, that you don't know who it is you have to deal with; you can't imagine, either, that I have nothing more to say to you; putting myself aside, it concerns Nadyezhda Fedosyevna, whom you persist in pestering so insolently. And that alone is sufficient reason for an explanation."
All this he let drop, word by word, through his closed lips, with the air of a coxcomb who did not deign to articulate his words; he even drew out his lorgnette again and turned it upon something while he was talking.
"Excuse me, young man!" Pavel Pavlovitch exclaimed irritably; but the young man instantly snubbed him.
"At any other time I should certainly forbid your calling me 'young man,' but now you will admit that my youth is my chief advantage over you, and that you would have been jolly glad, this morning, for instance, when you presented your bracelet, to be a tiny bit younger."
"Ah, you sprat!" murmured Velchaninov.
"In any case, sir," Pavel Pavlovitch corrected himself with dignity, "I do not consider the reasons you have advanced—most unseemly and dubious reasons—sufficient to continue discussing them. I see that this is all a foolish and childish business. To-morrow I'll make inquiries of my highly respected friend, Fedosey Semyonovitch; and now I beg you to retire."
"Do you see the sort of man he is?" the youth cried at once, unable to sustain his previous tone, and turning hotly to Velchaninov. "It's not enough for him that they've put out their tongues at him to-day and kicked him out—he'll go
