“Rum.”
“Do you drink punch at night?” she whispered, looking first at him, then at the bowl in amazement.
“I am a sinner, Grandmother. Sometimes I drink.”
“And who is lying there asleep?” she asked in new terror as she gazed on the sleeping Mark.
“Gently, Grandmother, don’t wake him. It is Mark.”
“Mark! Shall I send for the police! What have you to do with him? You have been drinking punch at night with Mark? What has come over you, Boris Pavlovich?”
“I found him at Leonti’s, we were both hungry. So I brought him here and we had supper.”
“Why didn’t you call me. Who served you, and what did they bring you?”
“Marina did everything.”
“A cold meal. Ah, Borushka, you shame me.”