“The old lady has a sound heart. I must go and breakfast with her one day. It is a pity she has amassed so many foolish ideas. Now I am going. Look after Koslov, if not personally, through some one else. The day before yesterday his head had to be cooled all day, and at night cabbage leaves should be laid on it. I was a little disturbed, because in his dazed state he got the cabbage and began to eat it. Good-bye! I have neither slept nor eaten, though Avdotya has treated me to a horrible brew of coffee....”
“Allow me to send the coachman home to fetch some supper,” said Raisky.
“I would rather eat at home.”
“Perhaps you have no money,” said Raisky nervously drawing out his pocket book.
“I have money,” said Mark enigmatically, hardly able to restrain a callous laugh, “I am going to the bath-house before I have my supper, as I haven’t been able to undress here. I have changed my quarters, and now live with a clerical personage.”
“You look ill, thin, and your eyes....”
Mark’s face grew more evil and sinister than before.
“You too look worse,” he said. “If you look in the glass you will see yellow patches and hollow eyes.”
“I have many causes of anxiety.”
“So have I. Good-bye,” said Mark, and was gone.