FATHERS AND CHILDREN
to them. They are always making plans for what we are to do in a fortnight's time.'
'No; it won't be easy. Some demon drove me to tease my father to-day; he had one of his rent-paying peasants flogged the other day, and quite right too — yes, yes, you needn't look at me in such horror — he did quite right, because he's an awful thief and drunkard; only my father had no idea that I, as they say, was cognisant of the facts. He was greatly perturbed, and now I shall have to upset him more than ever. . . . Never mind! Never say die! He'll get over it!'
Bazarov said, 'Never mind'; but the whole day passed before he could make up his mind to inform Vassily Ivanovitch of his intentions. At last, when he was just saying good-night to him in the study, he observed, with a feigned yawn —
'Oh. . . I was almost forgetting to tell you. . . . Send to Fedot's for our horses to-morrow.'
Vassily Ivanovitch was dumbfounded. 'Is Mr. Kirsanov leaving us, then?'
'Yes; and I'm going with him.'
Vassily Ivanovitch positively reeled. 'You are going?'
'Yes. . . I must. Make the arrangements about the horses, please.'
'Very good. . . .' faltered the old man; 'to
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