I assure you I have reckoned it all out," he said, "and the forest is fetching a very good price--so much so that I'm afraid of this fellow's crying off, in fact.

You know it's not 'timber,'" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, hoping by this distinction to convince Levin completely of the unfairness of his doubts.

" And it won't run to more than twenty-five yards of fagots per acre, and he's giving me at the rate of seventy roubles the acre.

" Levin smiled contemptuously.