“To a hundred fiends with you, who is driving you out? Eat, drink! What the devil do you want?”
“Do not deny us,” said Ranitski, on whose face spots came out as on the skin of a leopard. “Do not deny us, Andrei, or we are lost altogether.”
Here he began to stammer, put his finger to his forehead as if straining his wit, and suddenly said, looking with sheepish eyes on those present, “Unless fortune changes.”
And all blurted out at once in chorus, “Of course it will change.”
“And we will yet pay for our wrongs.”
“And come to fortune.”
“And to office.”
“God bless the innocent! Our prosperity!”
“Your health!” cried Pan Andrei.
“Your words are holy, Yendrus,” said Kokosinski, placing his chubby face before Kmita. “God grant us improvement of fortune!”