“It’s damp out here. Mind you don’t catch cold,” he added, rubbing his eyes.
Lida laughed. The echo of her voice across the river sounded charming.
“I must go,” said Sanine, after a pause.
“Where are you going?” asked Novikoff.
“Svarogitsch and that officer who admires Tolstoi, what’s his name? a lanky German fellow, have called for me.”
“You mean Von Deitz,” said Lida, laughing.
“That’s the man. They wanted us all to come with them to a meeting, but I said that you were not at home.”
“Why did you do that?” asked Lida, still laughing; “we might have gone, too.”
“No, you stop here,” replied Sanine. “If I had anybody to keep me company, I should do the same.”
With that he left them.