"What's that to you?" cried Vassili, with jealousy in his voice.
"I'm sure I don't know...."
"Just you look out for yourself!" (He threw her a glance of distrust) "Don't play the fool. There'll be an end of my patience some time; you had better not aggravate me!"
He ground his teeth, clenched his fists, and continued—
"As soon as you got here to-day, you were up to some game.... I don't quite understand what it is, but look here, if you make me understand it, you will be sorry for it! Yes, you may go on making your grimaces ... and you think perhaps I don't notice them.... I know how to treat your sort ... if you carry on...."
"Don't try and frighten me, Vassili!" she said listlessly, and without looking at him.
"Very well! Don't you make jokes then!"
"Don't try to frighten me."
"I'll make you dance if you begin any of your nonsense!"
Vassili was becoming every moment more irritable.