"And you? Are you going to have lunch too? They feed you quite decently here," continued Telyanin.

" Now then, let me have it.

" He stretched out his hand to take hold of the purse.

Rostov let go of it.

Telyanin took the purse and began carelessly slipping it into the pocket of his riding breeches, with his eyebrows lifted and his mouth slightly open, as if to say, "Yes, yes, I am putting my purse in my pocket and that's quite simple and is no one else's business.