“Yes.”
“I understand,” said Bukatski; “he crushed those ladies into dust with his grandeur, his birth, his property, and out of that dust he formed a wife and a mother-in-law for himself.”
“Tell me one thing,” said the professor; “Mashko is a religious man—”
“As a conservative,” interrupted Bukatski, “for appearance’ sake.”
“And those ladies, too,” continued Vaskovski.
“From habit—”
“Why do they never think of a future life?”
“Mashko, why dost thou never think of a future life?” cried Bukatski, turning to the advocate, who was coming in at that moment.
Mashko approached them and asked, “What dost thou say?”