“Leave your bills to me.”
“And how shall I prevent Vassili from robbing me of Tioka!”
“Don't bother about Tioka. Leave him to me.”
“And, oh dear! I wish I could be divorced from Vassili.”
“You shall be divorced; I shall see to it.”
“But what will my mother say?”
“Leave your mother to me.”
There seemed to be nothing in the world that could not be left to the omniscient and all-sufficing care of Donat Prilukoff. I was deeply moved and grateful.
“How shall I ever be able to thank you?”
“Leave the thanking to me,” said Prilukoff.