All this the governor said in the playful manner of one conversing with a child and, by way of clinching the matter, he explained that he had nothing to do with the case and that it was under the jurisdiction of the “curator of educational district.”
Pavel was in despair and his being treated as a boy threw him into a rage, but he held himself in check for Pievakin’s sake.
“Oh, the curator will do anything you ask of him, uncle,” he said in a tone of entreaty and resentment at once.
“You don’t want your uncle to write letters begging for a fellow who was foolish enough to get mixed up in such an affair as that, do you? I used to think you really cared for your uncle.”
Pavel contracted his forehead and put out his chin sullenly.
CHAPTER IV.
THE “DEMONSTRATION.”
AT the hour of Pievakin’s departure the Miroslav railway station was crowded with gymnasium pupils of both sexes, but Pavel was not among them. He had not been informed that such a gathering was in contemplation at all.