Between the two there had become established those half-quizzical relations which are always a sign of tacit distrust and a smouldering grudge.
"To-morrow I intend to set out for my father's place," remarked Bazarov, in disregard of what Arkady had said.
The latter raised himself on his elbow. Though surprised, he also, for some reason, felt glad.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Then that is why you are down-hearted?"
Bazarov yawned.
"When you are come to be a little older," he replied, "you will know more."
"And what of Anna Sergievna?" continued Arkady.
"Well? What of her?"
"Is it likely that she will let you go?"
"I am not her hireling."