"Yes, Nastenka, only I shan't sleep to-night; I am not going home."
"I don't think I shall sleep either; only see me home."
"I should think so!"
"Only this time we really must get to the house."
"We must, we must."
"Honour bright? For you know one must go home some time!"
"Honour bright," I answered laughing.
"Well, come along!"
"Come along! Look at the sky, Nastenka. Look! To-morrow it will be a lovely day; what a blue sky, what a moon! Look; that yellow cloud is covering it now, look, look! No, it has passed by. Look, look!"
But Nastenka did not look at the cloud; she stood mute as though turned to stone; a minute later she huddled timidly close up to me. Her hand trembled in my hand; I looked at her. She pressed still more closely to me.