To Yourii this vodka and laughter seemed singularly coarse and vulgar. He turned away in disgust. Sanine observed this, but said nothing.
“God, I thank Thee, that I am not as other men,” exclaimed Ivanoff mockingly.
Yourii reddened. “A stale joke like that into the bargain!” he thought, as, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he walked away.
“Novikoff, guileless Pharisee, come along with us!” cried Ivanoff.
“What for?”
“To have a drink.”
Novikoff glanced round him ruefully, but Lida was not to be seen.
“Lida is at home, doing penance for her sins!” laughed Sanine.
“What nonsense!” exclaimed Novikoff testily. “I’ve got to see a patient…”
“Who is quite able to die without your help,” said Ivanoff. “For that matter, we can polish off the vodka without your help, either.”