“How’s that?”
“Think it out for yourself,” said Sanine. “What you say and do is far ruder and more unamiable than anything that I say.”
“I don’t understand you!”
“That’s not my fault.”
“What?”
To this Sanine made no reply, but taking up his cap, said:
“I’m off. It is getting a bit too dull for me.”
“You’re right! And there’s no more beer!” added Ivanoff, as he moved towards the ante-room.
“We shan’t get along like this; that’s very clear,” said Dubova.
“Walk back with me, Yourii Nicolaijevitch,” cried Sina.