'He plays too rashly,' pronounced Father Alexey, as it were compassionately, and he stroked his beard.
'Napoleon's rule, good Father, Napoleon's rule,' put in Vassily Ivanovitch, leading an ace.
'It brought him to St. Helena, though,' observed Father Alexey, as he trumped the ace.
'Wouldn't you like some currant tea, Enyusha?' inquired Arina Vlasyevna.
Bazarov merely shrugged his shoulders.
'No!' he said to Arkady the next day. I'm off from here to-morrow. I'm bored; I want to work, but I can't work here. I will come to your place again; I've left all my apparatus there too. In your house one can at any rate shut oneself up. While here my father repeats to me, "My study is at your disposal—nobody shall interfere with you," and all the time he himself is never a yard away. And I'm ashamed somehow to shut myself away from him. It's the same thing too with mother. I hear her sighing the other side of the wall, and if one goes in to her, one's nothing to say to her.'
'She will be very much grieved,' observed Arkady, 'and so will he.'
'I shall come back again to them.'
'When?'
'Why, when on my way to Petersburg.'