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When in bed, after vain efforts to sleep, his thoughts reverted to Lialia and Riasantzeff. "Why am I so indignant because Lialia is not Riasantzeff's only love?" To this question he could find no reply. Suddenly the image of Sina Karsavina rose up before him, soothing his heated senses.
On the following evening Yourii went to the same spot where he had met Sina Karsavina and her companion. Throughout the day he had thought with pleasure of his talk with them on the previous evening, and he hoped to meet them again, discuss the same subjects, and perceive the same look of sympathy and tenderness in Sina's gentle eyes. It was a calm evening.
Yourii began to walk up and down the room, and, as often happens, his change of position brought with it a change in his train of thought. "Very well. That's so. All the same, a good many things have to be considered. For instance, what is my position with regard to Sina Karsavina? Whether I love her or not it doesn't much matter. The question is, what will come of it all?
"So it is!" said Sanine aloud. "I didn't recognize her. How charming she looks!" "Yes, doesn't she?" said the other, chuckling. At that moment laughter and loud cries told them that they had been overheard. Karsavina, startled, leaped into the clear water from which alone her rosy face and shining eyes emerged.
Schafroff paused until the cigarette was lighted, and then continued his list: "Tchekhof, Ibsen, Knut Hamsun " "But we've read them all!" exclaimed Sina Karsavina. Her delightful voice thrilled Yourii, and he said: "Of course! Schafroff forgets that this is not a Sunday school. What a strange jumble, too! Tolstoi and Knut Hamsun "
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