Sergey Ivanovitch listened attentively, asked him questions, and, roused by a new listener, he talked fluently, uttered a few keen and weighty observations, respectfully appreciated by the young doctor, and was soon in that eager frame of mind his brother knew so well, which always, with him, followed a brilliant and eager conversation.
After the departure of the doctor, he wanted to go with a fishing rod to the river.
Sergey Ivanovitch was fond of angling, and was, it seemed, proud of being able to care for such a stupid occupation.