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My reflections during the journey were not very pleasant. According to the value of money at that time, my loss was of some importance. I could not but confess to myself that my conduct at the Simbirsk Inn had been most foolish, and I felt guilty toward Sav liitch. All this worried me. The old man sat, in sulky silence, in the forepart of the sledge, with his face averted, every now and then giving a cross little cough. I had firmly resolved to make peace with him, but I did not know how to begin. At last I said to him- "Look here, Sav liitch, let us have done with all this; let us make peace." "Oh my little father, Petr' Andr j tch," he replied, with a deep sigh, "I am angry with myself; it is I who am to blame for everything. What possessed me to leave you alone in the inn? But what could I do; the devil would have it so, else why did it occur to me to go and see my gossip the deacon's wife, and thus it happened, as the proverb says, 'I left the house and was taken to prison.' What ill-luck What ill-luck How shall I appear again before my master and mistress? What will they say when they hear that their child is a drunkard and a gamester?" To comfort poor Sav liitch, I gave him my word of honour that in future I would not spend a single kopek without his consent.
