Troubled and nervous, Nilushka merely muttered some unintelligible reply as his fingers turned and turned about the circular object which he was holding. "Nothing," at length he replied. "Nothing of what? "Nothing here." "Ah, he is too foolish to understand," said Vologonov with a sigh as his eyes darkened in meditative fashion. "Yes, though it may seem foolish to say so," he added, "some people would envy him." "Why should they?" "For more than one reason. To begin with, he lives a life free from care--he is kept comfortably, and even held in respect. Since no one can properly understand him, and everyone fears him, through a belief that folk without wit, the 'blessed ones of God,' are more especially the Almighty's favourites than persons possessed of understanding. Only a very wise man could deal with such a matter, and the less so in that it must be remembered that more than one 'blessed one' has become a Saint, while some of those possessed of understanding have gone--well, have gone whither? Yes, indeed!" And, thoughtfully contracting the bushy eyebrows which looked as though they had been taken from the face of another man, Vologonov thrust his hands up his sleeves, and stood eyeing Nilushka shrewdly with his intangible gaze. Never did Felitzata say for certain who the boy's father had been, but at least it was known to me that in vague terms she had designated two men as such--the one a young "survey student," and the other a merchant by name Viporotkov, a man notorious to the whole town as a most turbulent rake and bully. But once when she and Antipa and I were seated gossiping at the entrance-gates, and I inquired of her whether Nilushka's father were still surviving, she replied in a careless way: "He is so, damn him!" "Then who is he?" Felitzata, as usual, licked her faded, but still comely, lips with the tip of her tongue before she replied: "A monk." "Ah!" Vologonov exclaimed with unexpected animation. "That, then, explains things. At all events, we have in it an intelligible THEORY of things." Whereafter, he expounded to us at length, and with no sparing of details, the reason why a monk should have been Nilushka's father rather than either the merchant or the young "survey student." And as Vologonov proceeded he grew unwontedly enthusiastic, and went so far as to clench his fists until presently he heaved a sigh, as though mentally hurt, and said frowningly and reproachfully to the woman: "Why did you never tell us this before? It was exceedingly negligent of you." Felitzata looked at the old man with sarcasm and sauciness gleaming in her brown eyes. Suddenly, however, she contracted her brows, counterfeited a sigh, and whined: "Ah, I was good-looking then, and desired of all. In those days I had both a good heart and a happy nature." "But the monk may prove to have been an important factor in the question," was Antipa's thoughtful remark.