The lad stayed a moment before answering, then went up to Ilya and asked, looking suspiciously round the little room:
"What do you want?"
"Only to say how d'ye do."
"All right, good day to you."
"Sit down a minute."
"Why?"
"Oh, we'll have a chat."
The short sulky questions, and the hoarse, harsh voice made a painful impression on Ilya. He wanted to ask Pashka where he had been all the summer and what he had seen. But Pashka, who had found a chair and begun to gnaw his bread, started questioning on his own account.
"Finished school?"
"Early next year I'm done."