It wouldn't take me long to do it!" Foma looked at Shchurov, with astonishment.

It was not at all that same old man, who but a moment ago spoke so sagaciously about the devil.

Then his face and his eyes seemed different, and now he looked fierce, his lips smiled pitilessly, and the veins on his cheeks, near his nostrils, were eagerly trembling.

Foma saw that if he did not pay him at once, Shchurov would indeed not spare him and would dishonour the firm by protesting the notes.
"Evidently business is poor ?" grinned Shchurov.

"Well, tell the truth--where have you squandered your father's money ?" Foma wanted to test the old man: "Business is none too brisk," said he, with a frown.