Now listen: rewrite the notes for the amount of fifteen thousand, pay me the interest on this sum in advance.

And as security I'll take a mortgage on your two barges." Foma rose from the chair and said, with a smile: "Send me the notes tomorrow.

I'll pay you in full." Shchurov also rose from his chair and, without lowering his eyes at Foma's sarcastic look, said, calmly scratching his chest: "That's all right." "Thank you for your kindness." "That's nothing! You don't give me a chance, or I would have shown you my kindness!" said the old man lazily, showing his teeth.
"Yes! If one should fall into your hands--" "He'd find it warm--" "I am sure you'd make it warm for him." "Well, my lad, that will do!" said Shchurov, sternly.

"Though you consider yourself quite clever, it is rather too soon.

You've gained nothing, and already you began to boast! But you just win from me--then you may shout for joy.Goodbye.Have all the money for tomorrow." "Don't let that trouble you.