the old man was in a state of great mental perturbation. the whole of the journey, which occupied nearly an hour, he continued in this strain, putting questions and answering them himself, shrugging his shoulders, pressing the prince’s hand, and assuring the latter that, at all events, he had no suspicion whatever of him. this last assurance was satisfactory, at all events. the general finished by informing him that evgenie’s uncle was head of one of the civil service departments, and rich, very rich, and a gourmand. "and, well, heaven preserve him, of course but evgenie gets his money, don’t you see? but, for all this, i’m uncomfortable, i don’t know why. there’s something in the air, i feel there’s something nasty in the air, like a bat, and i’m by no means comfortable."