and she’s ours. I’ll fix it up for you. Really!’

‘No, Daddy, money can do nothing if she does not love me. You’d better not talk like that!’

‘We are not loved, you and I.

We are forlorn,’ said Daddy Eroshka suddenly, and again he began to cry.

Listening to the old man’s talk Olenin had drunk more than usual. ‘So now my Lukashka is happy,’ thought he; yet he felt sad. The old man had drunk so much that evening that he fell down on the floor and Vanyusha had to call soldiers in to help, and spat as they dragged the old man out. He was so angry with the old man for his bad behaviour that he did not even say a single French word.