“What clear eyes he has!” thought he.
Suddenly Sanine rose, opened the window, and let out the moth. A wave of cool, pleasant air, as from soft wings, swept through the room.
“Yes,” said Ivanoff, in answer to his own thought, “there are no two men alike, so, on the strength of that, let’s have another drink.”
“No,” said Yourii, shaking his head, “I won’t have any more.”
“Eh—why not?”
“I never drink much.”
The vodka and the heat had made his head ache. He longed to get out into the fresh air.
“I must be going,” he said, getting up.
“Where? Come on, have another drink!”
“No really, I ought to—” stammered Yourii, looking for his cap.