Again the dog barked in the courtyard.
“Some one else is coming,” said Dubova.
“Probably, the police,” remarked Goschienko with feigned indifference.
“I am sure that you would not mind if it were the police,” cried Dubova.
Sanine looked at her intelligent eyes, and the plait of fair hair falling over her shoulder, which almost made her face attractive.
“A smart girl, that!” he thought.
Soloveitchik jumped up as if to run out, but, recollecting himself, pretended to take a cigarette from the table. Goschienko noticed this, and, without replying to Dubova, said:
“How fidgety you are, Soloveitchik!”
Soloveitchik turned crimson and blinked his eyes ruefully. He felt vaguely conscious that his zeal did not deserve to be so severely rebuked. Then Novikoff noisily entered.
“Here I am!” he exclaimed, with a cheery smile.