“Hasn’t it! though?” replied Sanine. “It has a great deal to do with it.”
“Yes, but I must ask you,” croaked Von Deitz, becoming hysterical.
“Really, this is too much! In short …”
“Oh! That’ll do!” replied Sanine, drawing back in disgust from Von Deitz, from whose mouth saliva spurted. “Think what you like; I don’t care. And tell Sarudine that he is an ass!”
“You’ve no right, sir, I say, you’ve no right,” shouted Von Deitz.
“Very good, very good,” said Tanaroff, quite satisfied
“Let us go.”
“No!” cried the other, plaintively, as he waved his lanky arms. “How dare he? … what business! … It’s simply …”
Sanine looked at him, and, making a contemptuous gesture, walked out of the room.
“We will deliver your message to our brother-officer,” said Tanaroff, calling after him.