"Ah," drawled Sasha, "I know him."
"A respectable man. He has the orders of Vladimir and Anna," remarked Solovyov.
"I know him," repeated Sasha. "A charlatan, like all the rest. He tried to cure me."
"God alone can cure you now," said Solovyov in his affable tone. "You are ruining your health quickly."
"Go to the devil!" roared Sasha.
Maklakov asked without turning his gaze from the window:
"Did the girl cry?"
"No. But she didn't exactly rejoice. You know it's always unpleasant to me to take girls, because in the first place I have a daughter myself."
"What are you waiting for, Maklakov?" demanded Sasha testily.
"Until he gets through eating his dinner. I have time."