Then he waved his hand and added:
"Whatever's got into your head? good Lord! Altogether it was three thousand seven hundred and a little over, and you think ten thousand—ten; you've fine ideas!"
"Jeremy had more than ten thousand," said Ilya, laughing mockingly.
"That's a lie!"
"Not a bit; he told me himself."
"Why, could he reckon money?"
"As well as you and Petrusha."
Terenti fell into deep thought, and his head sank again on his breast.
"How much has Petrusha to pay you still?"
"About seven hundred," answered Terenti, with a sigh. "Well, well, more than ten."