"One does nothing good in my company," she said, half in jest, half seriously.
"What a habit you have of scaring people," replied Iakov.
"You'll see when your father—."
This allusion to his father angered him.
"What about my father? I'm not a boy. And I'm not blind, either. He's not a saint, either; he deprives himself of nothing. If you don't mind I'll steal you from my father."
"You?"
"Do you think I wouldn't dare?"
"Really?"
"Now, look you," he began furiously, "don't defy me. I—."
"What now?" she asked with indifference.