"there now, that’s what we may call scent!" said lebedeff, rubbing his hands and laughing silently. "i thought it must be so, you see. the general interrupted his innocent slumbers, at six o’clock, in order to go and wake his beloved son, and warn him of the dreadful danger of companionship with ferdishenko. dear me! what a dreadfully dangerous man ferdishenko must be, and what touching paternal solicitude, on the part of his excellency, ha! ha! ha!"