"First-rate. To-day Atlásnui's colt took three prizes: one at Tula, one at Moscow, and one at Petersburg. He raced with Voyéïkof's Vorónui. The rascally jockey made four abatements, and almost put him out of the race."
"He was rather raw; too much Dutch stock in him, I should say," said Sierpukhovskoï.
"Well, but the mares are finer ones. I will show you to-morrow. I paid three thousand for Dobruina, two thousand for Laskovaya."
And again the host began to enumerate his wealth. The mistress saw that this was hard for Sierpukhovskoï, and that he only pretended to listen.
"Won't you have some more tea?" asked the hostess.
"I don't care for any more," said the host, and he went on with his story. She got up; the host detained her, took her in his arms, and kissed her.
Sierpukhovskoï smiled at first, as he looked at them; but his smile seemed to them unnatural. When his host got up, and took her in his arms, and went out with her as far as the portière, his face suddenly changed; he sighed deeply, and an expression of despair took possession of his wrinkled face. There was also wrath in it.
"Yes, you said that you bought him of Voyéïkof," said Sierpukhovskoï, with assumed indifference.
[16] barski dom.
[17] incrusté.