“That’s all right,” he said.
“We’re not all here, but deuce take the others!” cried a burly, good- looking student. His loud tradesman’s voice made one feel that he was used to ordering others about.
Soloveitchik sprang forward to the table and rang a little bell. He smiled once more, and this time for sheer satisfaction at having thought of using a bell.
“Oh! none of that!” growled the student. “You’ve always got some silly nonsense of that sort. It’s not necessary in the least.”
“Well … I thought … that….” stammered Soloveitchik, as, looking embarrassed, he put the bell in his pocket.
“I think that the table should be placed in the middle of the room,” said the student.
“Yes, yes, I am going to move it directly!” replied Soloveitchik, as he hurriedly caught hold of the edge of the table.
“Mind the lamp!” cried Dubova.
“That’s not the way to move it!” exclaimed the student, slapping his knee.
“Let me help you,” said Sanine.