"But beware of the Code Napoleon, my father," observed Vasili Ivanitch as he played an ace. "Beware of the Code Napoleon."
"Which, in the end, brought Napoleon to St. Helena," retorted the father as he trumped the ace.
"A glass of currant wine, Eniushka dear?" asked Arina Vlasievna.
Bazarov replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
Next day he said to Arkady:
"To-morrow I must depart. The place wearies me, for I wish to work, and it is impossible to do so here. I will come to your place, I think, for all my chemical preparations are there. Moreover, one can at least lock one's door at your place; whereas here, though my father keeps saying, 'My study is entirely at your disposal, and no one shall disturb you,' he himself is never absent for a moment. And, for that matter, I should be ashamed to lock him outside, or my mother either. Sometimes I can hear her groaning in the next room. Yet no sooner do I go out to her than I find that I have not a word to say."
"She will be much distressed at your departure," said Arkady. "And so will he."
"But I intend to return."
"Exactly when?"
"When I am on my way back to St. Petersburg."