Ryabinin's children will have means of livelihood and education, while yours maybe will not!" "Well, you must excuse me, but there's something mean in this counting.

We have our business and they have theirs, and they must make their profit.

Anyway, the thing's done, and there's an end of it.

And here come some poached eggs, my favorite dish.

And Agafea Mihalovna will give us that marvelous herb-brandy..." Stepan Arkadyevitch sat down at the table and began joking with Agafea Mihalovna, assuring her that it was long since he had tasted such a dinner and such a supper.