"It seems that you do not know me," said the count, proceeding toward the table with resolute steps.
Lukhnof recognized the count, and asked,—
"What is your pleasure?"
"I wish to play with you," said Turbin, sitting down on the sofa.
"Now?"
"Yes."
"Another time I should be most happy, count; but now I am tired, and am getting ready to go to bed. Won't you have some wine? It is excellent wine."
"But I wish to play with you for a little while now."
"I am not prepared to play any more. Maybe some of the other guests will. I will not, count! I beg of you to excuse me."
"Then you will not?"