" Stepan Arkadyevitch made no reply, he merely glanced at Matvey in the looking-glass.

In the glance, in which their eyes met in the looking-glass, it was clear that they understood one another.

Stepan Arkadyevitch's eyes asked: "Why do you tell me that? don't you know?" Matvey put his hands in his jacket pockets, thrust out one leg, and gazed silently, good-humoredly, with a faint smile, at his master.