Sometimes, if even some gentleman saw fit to cross him in anything, he would just stare at him and say, "You swim in shallow water;" that was his favourite saying.

And he lived, your great-grandfather of blessed memory, in a small log-house; and what goods he left behind him, what silver, and stores of all kinds! All the storehouses were full and overflowing.

He was a manager.

That very decanter, that you were pleased to admire, was his; he used to drink brandy out of it.

But there was your grandfather, Piotr Andreitch, built himself a palace of stone, but he never grew rich; everything with him went badly, and he lived worse than his father by far, and he got no pleasure from it for himself, but spent all his money, and now there is nothing to remember him by--not a silver spoon has come down from him, and we have Glafira Petrovna's management to thank for all that is saved.
"But is it true," Lavretsky interrupted him, "they called her the old witch ?" "What sort of people called her so, I should like to know!" replied Anton with an air of displeasure.
"And little father," the old man one day found courage to ask, "what about our mistress, where is she pleased to fix her residence ?" "I am separated from my wife," Lavretsky answered with an effort, "please do not ask questions about her." "Yes, sir," replied the old man mournfully.
After three weeks had passed by, Lavretsky rode into O----- to the Kalitins, and spent an evening with them.