"To-morrow," he said at last, as though he had just thought of it, "I shall have to take my congratulations for the New Year...."
"You need not go at all."
"Oh yes, brother, I must," said Vasya.
"Why, I will sign the visitors' book for you everywhere.... How can you? You work to-morrow. You must work to-night, till five o'clock in the morning, as I said, and then get to bed. Or else you will be good for nothing to-morrow. I'll wake you at eight o'clock, punctually."
"But will it be all right, your signing for me?" said Vasya, half assenting.
"Why, what could be better? Everyone does it."
"I am really afraid."
"Why, why?"
"It's all right, you know, with other people, but Yulian Mastakovitch ... he has been so kind to me, you know, Arkasha, and when he notices it's not my own signature——"
"Notices! why, what a fellow you are, really, Vasya! How could he notice?... Come, you know I can imitate your signature awfully well, and make just the same flourish to it, upon my word I can. What nonsense! Who would notice?"