"Why, what? what?"
"It's past six, Vasya."
Here Nefedevitch smiled and winked slyly at Vasya, though with a certain timidity, not knowing how Vasya would take it.
"Well, what is it?" said Vasya, throwing down his pen, looking him straight in the face and actually turning pale with excitement.
"Do you know what?"
"For goodness sake, what is it?"
"I tell you what, you are excited, you won't get much done.... Stop, stop, stop! I have it, I have it—listen," said Nefedevitch, jumping up from the bed in delight, preventing Vasya from speaking and doing his utmost to ward off all objections; "first of all you must get calm, you must pull yourself together, mustn't you?"
"Arkasha, Arkasha!" cried Vasya, jumping up from his chair, "I will work all night, I will, really."
"Of course, of course, you won't go to bed till morning."
"I won't go to bed, I won't go to bed at all."