he several times walked through all the rooms, leaving the drawing-room by one door, and coming in through another, as though he were looking for something else to do.
“Well, papa, will you be driven to the bathhouse? Shall I find out?” he asked.
His papa was deep in thought and, it seemed, was not at all conscious of where he was. He did not answer at once. He heard the words, but did not comprehend them. Suddenly he comprehended.
“Yes, yes, yes. Find out, if you please, at Stone Bridge.”
The head of the family walked through the rooms with hasty, agitated steps, and seated himself in a chair.
“Now we must decide what to do, how to arrange matters,” he said. “Help along, children, lively! Like good fellows, drag things around, put them up, and tomorrow we shall send Serézha with a note to sister Márya Ivánovna, to the Nikítins, or we shall go there ourselves. Am I right, Natásha? But now, fix things!”