At last, after the usual outburst of politeness and amiability, which appears on the faces of a bored assembly on the point of breaking up, after sudden handshakings and friendly smiles, the weary guests and weary hosts separated.
Solomin, who had been given almost the best bedroom on the second floor, with English toilette accessories and a bathroom attached, went in to Nejdanov.
The latter began by thanking him heartily for having agreed to stay.
“I know it’s a sacrifice on your part—”
“Not at all,” Solomin said hastily. “There was no sort of sacrifice required. Besides I couldn’t refuse you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve taken a great liking to you.”
Nejdanov was surprised and glad at the same time, while Solomin pressed his hand. Then he seated himself astride on a chair, lighted a cigar, and leaning both his elbows against the back, began:
“Now tell me what’s the matter.”
Nejdanov also seated himself astride on a chair in front of Solomin, but did not light a cigar.