white one … and the pan -father and pan -mother look on and allow it. … They allow it … and next day the Uhlan comes and offers her his hand. … That’s how it is … offers her his hand, he he!” Maximov ended, tittering.
“The pan is a łajdak !” the tall Pole on the chair growled suddenly and crossed one leg over the other. Mitya’s eye was caught by his huge greased boot, with its thick, dirty sole. The dress of both the Poles looked rather greasy.
“Well, now it’s łajdak ! What’s he scolding about?” said Grushenka, suddenly vexed.
“ Pani Agrippina, what the gentleman saw in Poland were servant girls, and not ladies of good birth,” the Pole with the pipe observed to Grushenka.
“You can reckon on that,” the tall Pole snapped contemptuously.
“What