"No, I don't," Seryozha said quickly.

He blushed crimson, and his face clouded over.

And his uncle could get nothing more out of him.

His tutor found his pupil on the staircase half an hour later, and for a long while he could not make out whether he was ill-tempered or crying.

"What is it? I expect you hurt yourself when you fell down?" said the tutor.