"Why, he wouldn't notice——"
"But my conscience feels ill at ease, brother."
"But you know it's for his sake you are sitting here; it's for his sake you are wearing yourself out."
"Enough!"
"Do you know what, brother, I'll go round and see...."
"Whom?" asked Vasya.
"The Artemyevs. I'll take them your good wishes for the New Year as well as mine."
"My dear fellow! Well, I'll stay here; and I see it's a good idea of yours; I shall be working here, I shan't waste my time. Wait one minute, I'll write a note."
"Yes, do brother, do, there's plenty of time. I've still to wash and shave and to brush my best coat. Well, Vasya, we are going to be contented and happy. Embrace me, Vasya."
"Ah, if only we may, brother...."