“Roll away!” cried Turkin, seating his daughter in the carriage. “Rolling stones gather no moss! God speed you, if you please!”
They drove away.
“I went to the cemetery last night,” Startseff began. “How heartless and unkind of you——”
“You went to the cemetery?”
“Yes, I did, and waited there for you until nearly two o’clock. I was very unhappy.”
“Then be unhappy if you can’t understand a joke!”
Delighted to have caught her lover so cleverly, and to see him so much in love, Katherine burst out laughing, and then suddenly screamed as the carriage tipped and turned sharply in at the club gates. Startseff put his arm around her waist, and in her fright the girl pressed closer to him. At that he could contain himself no longer, and passionately kissed her on the lips and on the chin, holding her tighter than ever.
“That will do!” she said drily.
And a moment later she was no longer in the carriage, and the policeman standing near the lighted entrance to the club was shouting to Panteleimon in a harsh voice:
“Move on, you old crow! What are you standing there for?”