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Rh knew 'a fact or two' about him, and wanted to show off and to display his contempt for this learned rascal.

C'est une manifestation, mon cher? Sipyagin muttered through his teeth.

Kallomyetsev gave a snort.

Oui, mon cher, une manifestation necessaire par le temps qui court!

They went into the factory. They were met by a Little Russian with an immense beard and false teeth, who had succeeded the former superintendent, the German, when Sipyagin finally dismissed him. This Little Russian was a temporary substitute; he obviously knew nothing of the business, and could do nothing but sigh and incessantly repeat 'Maybe' and 'Just so.'

The inspection of the establishment began. Some of the factory hands knew Solomin by sight and bowed to him and to one of them he even said, 'Hullo, Grigory! you here?' He soon saw that the business was badly managed. Money had been laid out profusely but injudiciously. The machines turned out to be of poor quality; many were unnecessary and useless; many that were needed were lacking. Sipyagin kept constantly looking at Solomin's face to guess his opinion, put some timid questions, wished to know if he were pleased, at any rate, with the discipline.