Lukyánitch turned his gaunt face toward me and silently doffed his cap.
I went up to him.
"Good morning, uncle, good morning,"—I repeated, wishing to encourage him.—"Why,"—I added, unexpectedly descrying my quarterruble on the ground,—"didst not thou see it?"
And I pointed out to him the silver circle, half peeping from beneath the short grass.
"Yes, I saw it."
"Then why didst thou not pick it up?"
"Because it was n't my money, so I did n't pick it up."
"What a fellow thou art, brother!"—I returned, not without embarrassment, and picking up the coin, I offered it to him again.—"Take it, take it, for tea."
"Much obliged,"—Lukyánitch answered me, with a composed smile.—"It is n't necessary; I 'll manage to pull through without it. Much obliged."