“May I come with you?” he asked.
“Why, of course!” replied Schafroff, eager to assent to this proposal. He looked upon Yourii as a real agitator, and, over-estimating his political abilities, felt a reverence for him that bordered on affection.
“I am greatly interested in such matters.” Yourii felt it necessary to say this, being all the while glad that he had now got an engagement for the evening, and that he would see Sina again.
“Why, yes, of course,” said Schafroff.
“Then, let us go.”
They walked quickly along the boulevard and crossed the bridge, from each side of which came humid airs, and they soon reached the school where people had already assembled.
In the large, dark room with its rows of benches and desks the white cloth used for the magic lantern was dimly visible, and there were sounds of suppressed laughter. At the window, through which could be seen the dark green boughs of trees in twilight, stood Lialia and Dubova. They gleefully greeted Yourii.
“I am so glad that you have come!” said Lialia.
Dubova shook him vigorously by the hand.
“Why don’t you begin?” asked Yourii, as he furtively glanced round, hoping to see Sina.