"Well, how much did they give you?" he asked, at last, seeing that Chelkash was not going to begin the conversation.
"Look!" said Chelkash, holding out to Gavrilo something he had pulled out of his pocket.
Gavrilo saw the rainbow-colored notes and everything danced in brilliant rainbow tints before his eyes.
"I say! Why, I thought you were bragging! That's—how much?"
"Five hundred and forty! A smart job!"
"Smart, yes!" muttered Gavrilo, with greedy eyes, watching the five hundred and forty roubles as they were put back again in his pocket. "Well, I never! What a lot of money!" and he sighed dejectedly.
"We'll have a jolly good spree, my lad!" Chelkash cried ecstatically.
"Eh, we've enough to. Never fear, mate, I'll give you your share.
I'll give you forty, eh? Satisfied? If you like, I'll give it you now!"
"If—you don't mind. Well? I wouldn't say no!"
Gavrilo was trembling all over with suspense and some other acute feeling that dragged at his heart.
"Ha—ha—ha! Oh, you devil's doll! 'I'd not say no!'
Take it, mate, please! I beg you, indeed, take it!
I don't know what to do with such a lot of money!
You must help me out, take some, there!"