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"Oh, well, the higher power of Ryabinin can. Not a single

merchant ever buys a forest without counting the trees, unless

they get it given them for nothing, as you're doing now. I know

your forest. I go there every year shooting, and your forest's

worth a hundred and fifty roubles an acre paid down, while he's

giving you sixty by installments. So that in fact you're making

him a present of thirty thousand."

"Come, don't let your imagination run away with you," said Stepan

Arkadyevitch piteously. "Why was it none would give it, then?"

"Why, because he has an understanding with the merchants; he's

bought them off. I've had to do with all of them; I know them.

They're not merchants, you know: they're speculators. He wouldn't

look at a bargain that gave him ten, fifteen per cent. profit,

but holds back to buy a rouble's worth for twenty kopecks."

"Well, enough of it! You're out of temper."

"Not the least," said Levin gloomily, as they drove up to the

house.