KARP. Give him one ruble, sir; that'll be enough for him.
BABÁYEV. [Giving the money] Here you are—I'm really ashamed.
SHISHGÁLEV. [Depositing the coin in his pocket] Not at all. I thank you heartily; I wish you all good fortune. [Goes out.
SCENE III
BABÁYEV and KARP
BABÁYEV. How rude you are, Karp.
KARP. If you begin to be sentimental with 'em, sir, they'll get the habit of calling around here and bewailing their fate. No amount of money will suffice 'em. They're a godless crowd.
BABÁYEV. Well, what'll I do? I'd like to go for a walk, but it's still hot.
Karp, what shall I do?
KARP. I'll tell you what, go to sleep; after travelling it's a good thing.
BABÁYEV. But what shall I do at night?