"You don't know the worth of him!"
"What is there to know?... Ten a penny, that's what he's worth!"
"That's all you know!" cried Malva, mockingly. "That's what you are worth!... But he, he has been everywhere, he has wandered all round the world, and he fears no one."
"And I, who do I fear?" said Jakoff, blusteringly. She did not answer him; she followed with her eyes the play of the waves, as they swung the heavy boat backwards and forwards. The mast inclined sometimes to the right and sometimes to the left, and the bows rose, and then fell, striking the water. The noise it made was violent, and seemed almost angry, as if the boat wished to tear itself away from the shore, and float out and away into the wide free sea, and was vexed with the cable which prevented its doing so.
"Why don't you go?" Malva asked Jakoff.
"Where should I go?" he replied.
"You were going to the town."
"I shan't go."
"Then go and see your father."
"And you?"