Arkady relapsed into thought, and Bazarov sought his bed, and turned his face to the wall.
For a few moments silence reigned.
"Evgenii," said Arkady suddenly.
"Yes?"
"I too intend to leave to-morrow."
Bazarov made no reply.
"True, I shall be returning to Marino," continued Arkady, "but we might bear one another company as far as Khokhlovskïe Viselki, and there you could hire horses of Thedot. Of course, I should have been delighted to make your family's acquaintance, but, were I to accompany you, I might act as a source of constraint upon them and yourself alike. You must pay us another visit at Marino later."
"I will. As a matter of fact, I have left some of my things there." Bazarov still had his face turned to the wall.
"Why does he not ask me the reason of my departure—a departure as sudden as his?" reflected Arkady. "Why is either of us departing, for that matter?"
As he continued to reflect he realised that, while unable to return a satisfactory answer to the question propounded, he seemed to have got a heartache somehow, to be feeling that he would find it hard to part with the life at Nikolsköe to which he was grown so accustomed. Yet he could not remain there alone. That would be worse still.