"Nothing," replied Arkady, "except that we lingered a little. For the same reason are we as hungry as wolves; so pray tell Prokofitch to be quick, Papa, and I shall be back in a moment."
"Wait; I will go with you," added Bazarov as he rose from the sofa; and the two young men left the room together.
"Who is your guest?" asked Paul Petrovitch.
"A friend of Arkady's, and, according to Arkady's showing, a man of intellect."
"He is going to stay here?"
"He is."
"A long-haired fellow like that?"
"Certainly."
In that particular direction Paul Petrovitch said no more, but, tapping the table with his finger-nails, added:
"Je pense que notre Arkady s'est dégourdi.[1] And in any case I am pleased to see him back again."