“How is that, gentlemen? Am I to go alone? It’s livelier to die together. Gentlemen, what does it mean?”
He seized Werner by the hand, his fingers clutching and then relaxing.
“Dear master, at least you come with me? Eh? Do me the favor? Don’t refuse.”
Werner answered painfully:
“I can’t, my dear fellow. I am going with him.”
“Oh, my God! Must I go alone, then? My God! How is it to be?”
Musya stepped forward and said softly:
“You may go with me.”
Tsiganok stepped back and rolled the whites of his eyes wildly.
“With you!”