They paid, and went out on to the street.
“What will you do now?” inquired Svirski.
“I shall go to look for Pan Ignas.”
“Where will you find him?”
“I think among the insane, with his father; if not, I will wait for him at my own house.”
But Pan Ignas was approaching the restaurant just at that moment. Svirski was the first to see him at a distance.
“Ah, there he goes!”
“Where?”
“On the other side of the street. I should know him a verst away by his jaw. Will you tell him everything? If so, I will go. You have no need of spectators.”
“Very well.”