‘How is it you never come to see us, Onisim Sergeitch?’
Onisim glanced morosely at her.
‘What should I come for? you wouldn’t give me a cup of tea, no fear.’
‘Yes, I would, Onisim Sergeitch, I would. You come and see. Rum in it, too.’
Onisim slowly relaxed into a smile.
‘Well, I don’t mind if I do, then.’
‘When, then—when?’
‘When ... well, you are ...’
‘To-day—this evening, if you like. Drop in.
‘All right, I’ll come along,’ replied Onisim, and he sauntered home with his slow, rolling step.