'Our guests ought to be satisfied.' After a while he spoke again.
'Do you know that I have sold the estate?'
'To whom?'
'To Hirschgold; he is giving me seventy-five roubles an acre.'
'Thank God we shall get away at last.'
'Well, you might come and give me a kiss!'
'I'm much too tired. Come here, if you want one.'
'I deserve that you should come here. I've done exceedingly well.'
'No, I won't. Hirschgold…Hirschgold…oh yes, some acquaintance of father's. The first mazurka was splendid, wasn't it?'
The squire was snoring.