"Not yet."
"But can't Nikolaï go?"
"Papa has the lumbago," said Duniasha.
"Won't you have me go to-morrow?" asked the overseer.
"No, you are needed here, Yégor." The lady paused to consider. "How much money?"
"Four hundred and sixty-two rubles."
"Send Polikéï to me," said the lady, looking resolutely into Yégor's face.
The overseer not opening his teeth stretched his lips into a sort of smile, but did not alter his expression.
"Very well."
"Send him to me."