"No, that won't do, that won't do: you must sleep, go to bed at five. I will call you at eight. To-morrow is a holiday; you can sit and scribble away all day long.... Then the night and—but have you a great deal left to do?"
"Yes, look, look!"
Vasya, quivering with excitement and suspense, showed the manuscript: "Look!"
"I say, brother, that's not much."
"My dear fellow, there's some more of it," said Vasya, looking very timidly at Nefedevitch, as though the decision whether he was to go or not depended upon the latter.
"How much?"
"Two signatures."
"Well, what's that? Come, I tell you what. We shall have time to finish it, by Jove, we shall!"
"Arkasha!"
"Vasya, listen! To-night, on New Year's Eve, every one is at home with his family. You and I are the only ones without a home or relations.... Oh, Vasya!"