'Do you understand what we say?'
The boy answered sullenly, 'I understand.' 'What is your name?'
'I am Vassia.'
'And what do you do?'
'I do nothing.'
'Are you happy?'
'What is that? I do not know.'
Prince Zabaroff was silent.
'Rise up, since you are my son,' he said at length.
The boy rose.