“Have you brought the money with you,” asked Mark suddenly, “the three hundred roubles for the wager?”
“Where is the pair of trousers?” asked Raisky ironically.
“I am not joking; you must pay me my three hundred roubles.”
“Why? I am not in love as you see.”
“I see that you are head over ears in love.”
“How do you see that.”
“In your face.”
“The month is past, and with it the wager at an end. As I don’t need the trousers I will make you a present of them to go with the coat.”
“How can you go away?” complained Leonti. “And the books—”
“What books?”