Leoníd Fyódoritch. It will be all right.
Theodore Ivánitch. And then I have something to report to you. Timothy, the coachman, complains that he can't keep things clean because of the dogs.
Leoníd Fyódoritch (arranging the things on the table absentmindedly). What dogs?
Theodore Ivánitch. The three hounds that came for Vasíly Leoníditch to-day.
Leoníd Fyódoritch (vexed). Tell Anna Pávlovna! She can do as she likes about it. I have no time.
Theodore Ivánitch. But you know her weakness....
Leoníd Fyódoritch. 'Tis just as she likes, let her do as she pleases. As for him,—one never gets anything but unpleasantness from him. Besides, I am busy.
[Enter SIMON, smiling; he has a sleeveless peasant's coat on.
Simon. I was ordered to come.
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Yes, it's all right. Let me see your hands. That will do, that will do very well! Well, then, my good fellow, you must do just as you did before,—sit down, and give way to your mood. But don't think at all.