'Madam!' cried Kallomyetsev, 'there's not the slightest necessity for you to know.'
'And what need is there for the peasants to know?'
'Why, because it's better for them to know of an ornithorhincus or a wendaru than of Proudhon─or even Adam Smith!'
But at this point Sipyagin again pulled him up, maintaining that Adam Smith was one of the leading lights of human thought, and that it would be a good thing if all were to imbibe his principles . . . (he poured himself out a glass of Château d'Yquem . . .) with their mothers' (he held it to his nose and sniffed at the wine) milk! . . . He emptied the glass; Kallomyetsev drank too, and praised the wine.
Markelov paid no special attention to the flights of the Petersburg kammerjunker, but twice he looked inquiringly at Nezhdanov, and, tossing up a pellet of bread, all but flung it straight at the loquacious visitor's nose.. . .
Sipyagin let his brother-in-law alone; Valentina Mihalovna, too, did not address him; it was clear that both husband and wife were in the habit of regarding Markelov as an unaccountable creature, whom it was better not to provoke.
After dinner, Markelov went off to the billiard-room to smoke a pipe, and Nezhdanov
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