“How is it possible, sir, for a seignorial peasant to make a noise about his money? And it’s a hard question to decide what to do with money anyway. Here he went into business with the porter, and was cheated. Where was he to get redress? And so he lost his money. But with the proprietor he would have any loss made good immediately, of course.”
“Yes, hence …” said Nekhliudof, reddening. “But goodbye, nurse.”
“Goodbye, sir, your excellency. Greatly obliged to you.”