Alexei Alexandrovich had previously felt no liking for Count Anychkin, and had always differed from him in his opinions. But now, from a feeling readily comprehensible to officials - that hatred felt by one who has suffered a defeat in the service for one who has received a promotion - he could not endure him.

`Well, have you seen him?' said Alexei Alexandrovich with a malignant smile.

`Of course; he was at our sitting yesterday. He seems to know his work capitally, and to be very energetic.'

`Yes, but what is his energy directed to?' said Alexei Alexandrovich. `Is he aiming at doing anything, or simply doing again what's been done? It's the great misfortune of our government - this paper administration, of which he's a worthy representative.'

`Really, I don't know what fault one could find with him. His policy I don't know, but one thing is certain - he's a very fine fellow,' answered Stepan Arkadyevich. `I've just been seeing him, and he's really a fine fellow. We lunched together, and I taught him how to make - you know that drink - wine and oranges. It's so cooling. And it's a wonder he didn't know it. He liked it awfully. No, really, he's a fine fellow.'

Stepan Arkadyevich glanced at his watch.

`Why, good heavens, it's four already, and I've still to go to Dolgovushin's! So please come round to dinner. You can't imagine how you will grieve my wife and me if you don't.'

The way in which Alexei Alexandrovich saw his brother-in-law out was very different from the manner in which he had met him.

`I've promised, and I'll come,' he answered wearily.

`Believe me, I appreciate it, and I hope you won't regret it,' answered Stepan Arkadyevich, smiling.

And, putting on his coat as he went, he patted the footman on the head with his coat sleeve, chuckled, and went out.

`At five o'clock, and wear your frock coat, please,' he shouted once more, returning at the door.