"Already I have warned you," said Vasili Ivanitch to Arkady, "that we live here, so to speak, en bivouac."
"Make no excuses," put in Bazarov. "Kirsanov knows that you and I are not Croesuses, and that no butler is kept. But where can we find Arkady a bed? That is the question."
"We have an excellent room in the wing, where he would be most comfortable."
"You have added a wing, then?"
"Yes, Evgenii Vasilitch," Timotheitch interposed. "At least, a bathroom."
"But it is to a room next the bathroom that I am referring," Vasili Ivanitch hastened to explain. "However, that will not matter, since it is now summer time. I will run up there at once, and see that it is put in order. Meanwhile, Timotheitch, fetch in the luggage. To you, Evgenii, I will allot the study. Cuique suum."[4]
"There!" said Bazarov to Arkady as soon as his father had left the room. "Is he not just such a jolly, good-hearted, queer old fellow as your own father, though in a different way? He chatters just as he always used to do."
"Yes; and your mother seems an excellent woman."
"She is. Moreover, you can see that she does not attempt to hide her feelings. Only wait and see what a dinner she will give us!"
"But as you were not expected to-day," put in Timotheitch, who had just re-entered with Bazarov's portmanteau, "no beef has been got into the house."