“I haven’t got much. If you’ll stop in the garden, I’ll go into my room and hand you my valise through the window. Otherwise they’ll see me, and overwhelm me with questions as to why and wherefore. Besides, what is there to say?”
“Oh! I see!” drawled Ivanoff, as with a gesture he seemed to bid the other adieu. “I’m very sorry that you’re going, my friend, but … what can I do?”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“It doesn’t matter where. We can see about that, later.”
“But I’ve no money?”
Sanine laughed.
“Neither have I.”
“No, no, you’d better go by yourself. School begins in a fortnight, and I shall get back into the old groove.”
Each looked straight into the other’s eyes, and Ivanoff turned away in confusion, as if he had seen a distorted reflection of his own face in a mirror.