"Why, she's in a
conspiracy with you, cupping glass that you are, you abominable
tortoise! Scuttlefish! Where's your conscience?"
The more agitated he grew, the more calm and jeering Emma
Edwardovna became.
"Again I repeat: that is not my business. And you, young man,
don't express yourself like that, because I will call the porter,
and he will throw you out of the door."
Lichonin was compelled to bargain with the cruel woman long,
brutally, till he grew hoarse, before she agreed, in the end, to
take two hundred and fifty roubles in cash, and two hundred
roubles in promissory notes. And even that only when Lichonin with
his half-yearly certificate proved to her that he was finishing
this year and would become a lawyer.
The housekeeper went after the ticket, while Lichonin took to
pacing the cabinet back and forth. He had already looked over all
the pictures on the walls: Leda with the swan, and the bathing on
the shore of the sea, and the odalisque in a harem, and the satyr,
bearing a naked nymph in his arms; but suddenly a small printed
placard, framed and behind glass, half covered by a portiere,
attracted his attention.
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