So saying, he dismissed the first class to their experiments in practical philosophy, and eyed Nicholas with a look, half cunning and half doubtful, as if he were not altogether certain what he might think of him by this time.

"Well? Are you satisfied now?" said he. "You`ve made me quarrel with my son! Satisfied, are you? That`s all you wanted! Satisfied?... It hurts me, it hurts. I`m old and weak and this is what you wanted. Well then, gloat over it! Gloat over it!"