Hayoue bent over toward Okoya, a close, attentive, sympathizing listener.

The young man related everything,--his relations with Mitsha, how he had quarrelled with his mother, and the conclusions at which he had arrived touching his mother's evil designs and practices.

At this point Hayoue began to laugh, and laughed till he coughed.
"And you really believe this!" he cried.

But at once he grew very serious and even stern.

"Mot[=a]tza, it is not right in you to think thus of your mother.