" You understand everything, I see, and have taken stock of everything, and look with commiseration on my shortcomings," he began again, raising his voice.

"Nikolay Dmitrievitch, Nikolay Dmitrievitch," whispered Marya Nikolaevna, again going up to him.

"Oh, very well, very well!... But where's the supper? Ah, here it is," he said, seeing a waiter with a tray.

" Here, set it here," he added angrily, and promptly seizing the vodka, he poured out a glassful and drank it greedily.

" Like a drink?" he turned to his brother, and at once became better humored.