BOLSHÓV. Protested?
PODKHALYÚZIN. Yes, sir. He himself's in hiding, sir.
BOLSHÓV. Well! And the fourth there, Samopálov. Why! have they got a combination against us?
PODKHALYÚZIN. Such an underhanded gang, sir.
BOLSHÓV. [Turning over the pages] One couldn't get through reading them until to-morrow. Take it away!
PODKHALYÚZIN. They only dirty the paper. What a moral lesson for the whole merchant corporation! [Silence.
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Good-by, Samsón Sílych, I'll run home now; I have some little matters to look after.
BOLSHÓV. You might sit a little while longer.
RISPOLÓZHENSKY. No, confound it, Samsón Sílych, I haven't time. I'll come to you as early as possible to-morrow morning.
BOLSHÓV. Well, as you choose!