“Quite so; but I warn you, I feel very unwell to-night!”
“All right—I won't stay too long.”
When the two men passed under the gateway, Pavel Pavlovitch disappeared into the 'dvornik's' room for a minute, to speak to Mavra.
“What did you go in there for?” asked Velchaninoff severely as they mounted the stairs and reached his own door.
“Oh—nothing—nothing at all,—just to tell them about the coachman.——”
“Very well. Mind, I shall not allow you to drink!”
Pavel Pavlovitch did not answer.
Velchaninoff lit a candle, while Pavel threw himself into a chair;—then the former came and stood menacingly before him.
“I may have told you I should have my last word to say to-night, as well as you!” he said with suppressed anger in his voice and manner: “Here it is. I consider conscientiously that things are square between you and me, now; and therefore there is no more to be said, understand me, about anything. Since this is so, had you not better go, and let me close the door after you?”
“Let's cry ‘quits’ first, Alexey Ivanovitch,” said Pavel Pavlovitch, gazing into Velchaninoff's eyes with great sweetness.