"oh, father’s curse be hanged you don’t frighten me that way!" said gania. "whose fault is it that you have been as mad as a march hare all this week? it is just a week you see, i count the days. take care now; don’t provoke me too much, or i’ll tell all. why did you go to the epanchins’ yesterday tell me that? and you call yourself an old man, too, with grey hair, and father of a family! h’m nice sort of a father."