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'Why yes, you are going to your club. 'After the club... after the club. Shubin stretched himself again. 'No, Nikolai Artemyevitch, I want to work to-morrow. Another time. And he walked off. Nikolai Artemyevitch scowled, walked twice up and down the room, took a velvet box with the dressing-case out of the bureau and looked at it a long while, rubbing it with a silk handkerchief.
'Ah, you are a confirmed sympathetic! broke in Shubin, laughing at the new title he had coined, while Bersenyev sank into thought.
Shubin returned to Moscow with Anna Vassilyevna; Bersenyev, a few days later. Insarov was sitting in his room, and for the third time looking through the letters brought him from Bulgaria by hand; they were afraid to send them by post. He was much disturbed by them.
My head aches to-day. Shubin again turned his eyes up to the ceiling; Zoe responded with a half-smile. This Zoe, or, to speak more precisely, Zoya Nikitishna Mueller, was a pretty, fair-haired, half-Russian German girl, with a little nose rather wide at the end, and tiny red lips.
'May I venture to ask you, most reverend knight-errant, he began in an obsequious voice, 'these enigmatical words you have deigned to utter as the result of some exercise of your reflecting faculties, or under the influence of a momentary necessity to start the vibration in the air known as sound? 'Don't tempt me, I tell you, groaned Uvar Ivanovitch. Shubin laughed and ran away.
'You say yourself that one ought not devant les domestiques' he added in an undertone. The servant gave Shubin a dubious look, while Nikolai Artemyevitch took the cup of coffee, added some cream, and seized some ten lumps of sugar. 'I was just going to say when the servant came in, he began, 'that I count for nothing in this house. That's the long and short of the matter.
'But, she reflected, 'he spoke very little to-day, and I am myself to blame for it; I did not question him, we must have patience till next time... and his eyes are expressive, honest eyes. She felt that she had no disposition to humble herself before him, but rather to hold out her hand to him in friendly equality, and she was puzzled; this was not how she had fancied men, like Insarov, 'heroes. This last word reminded her of Shubin, and she grew hot and angry, as she lay in her bed.
'You forget yourself! Here you have another proof that I count for nothing in this house, nothing! 'Anna Vassilyevna ill-uses you... poor fellow! said Shubin, stretching. 'Ah, Nikolai Artemyevitch, we're a pair of sinners!
Shubin heard of Insarov's critical position, and made inquiries after him. His compatriots Bulgarians came; among them Bersenyev recognised the two strange figures, who had puzzled him by their unexpected visit to the cottage; they all showed genuine sympathy, some offered to take Bersenyev's place by the patient's bed-side; but he would not consent to that, remembering his promise to Elena.
Uvar Ivanovitch leaned on his elbow and stared at the enthusiastic artist. 'That's a long way off, he said at last with his usual gesture; 'we're speaking of other people, why bring in yourself? 'O great philosopher of the Russian world! cried Shubin, 'every word of yours is worth its weight in gold, and it's not to me but to you a statue ought to be raised, and I would undertake it.
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