“Gracious heavens!  What can be the matter with you to-day, Jakoff?” he went on with a hitch of one shoulder (a habit of his).  “This envelope here with the 800 roubles enclosed,”—­Jacob took out a set of tablets, put down “800” and remained looking at the figures while he waited for what was to come next—­“is for expenses during my absence.  Do you understand?  From the mill you ought to receive 1000 roubles.  Is not that so?  And from the Treasury mortgage you ought to receive some 8000 roubles.  From the hay—­of which, according to your calculations, we shall be able to sell 7000 poods [The pood = 40 lbs.]at 45 copecks a piece there should come in 3000, Consequently the sum-total that you ought to have in hand soon is—­how much?—­12,000 roubles.  Is that right?”

“Precisely,” answered Jakoff, Yet by the extreme rapidity with which his fingers were twitching I could see that he had an objection to make.  Papa went on: 

“Well, of this money you will send 10,000 roubles to the Petrovskoe local council, As for the money already at the office, you will remit it to me, and enter it as spent on this present date.”  Jakoff turned over the tablet marked “12,000,” and put down “21,000”—­seeming, by his action, to imply that 12,000 roubles had been turned over in the same fashion as he had turned the tablet.  “And this envelope with the enclosed money,” concluded Papa, “you will deliver for me to the person to whom it is addressed.”

I was standing close to the table, and could see the address.  It was “To Karl Ivanitch Mayer.”  Perhaps Papa had an idea that I had read something which I ought not, for he touched my shoulder with his hand and made me aware, by a slight movement, that I must withdraw from the table.  Not sure whether the movement was meant for a caress or a command, I kissed the large, sinewy hand which rested upon my shoulder.

“Very well,” said Jakoff.  “And what are your orders about the accounts for the money from Chabarovska?” (Chabarovska was Mamma’s village.)

“Only that they are to remain in my office, and not to be taken thence without my express instructions.”

For a minute or two Jakoff was silent.  Then his fingers began to twitch with extraordinary rapidity, and, changing the expression of deferential vacancy with which he had listened to his orders for one of shrewd intelligence, he turned his tablets back and spoke.

“Will you allow me to inform you, Peter Alexandritch,” he said, with frequent pauses between his words, “that, however much you wish it, it is out of the question to repay the local council now.  You enumerated some items, I think, as to what ought to come in from the mortgage, the mill, and the hay (he jotted down each of these items on his tablets again as he spoke).  Yet I fear that we must have made a mistake somewhere in the accounts.”  Here he paused a while, and looked gravely at Papa.

“How so?”

“Well, will you be good enough to look for yourself?  There is the account for the mill.  The miller has been to me twice to ask for time, and I am afraid that he has no money whatever in hand.  He is here now.  Would you like to speak to him?”