The blood mounted to his thick neck; his eyes flashed with rancor.

The Little Russian's face beamed with a sunny smile.

He nodded his head, and said something to the mother; she made the sign of the cross over him.
"God sees the righteous," she murmured.
At length the throng of people in the gray coats tumbled out on the porch, and their spurs jingled as they disappeared.

Rybin went last.
He regarded Pavel with an attentive look of his dark eyes and said thoughtfully: "Well, well--good-by!" and coughing in his beard he leisurely walked out on the porch.
Folding his hands behind his back, Pavel slowly paced up and down the room, stepping over the books and clothes tumbled about on the floor.
At last he said somberly: "You see how it's done! With insult--disgustingly--yes! They left me behind." Looking perplexedly at the disorder in the room, the mother whispered sadly: "They will take you, too, be sure they will.

Why did Nikolay speak to them the way he did ?" "He got frightened, I suppose," said Pavel quietly.