"That's all. There's a spy at the gate."
"I noticed. At my door, too. Good-by! Good-by, you fierce woman! And do you know, friends, a squabble in a cemetery is a fine thing after all! The whole city's talking about it. It stirs the people up and compels them to think. Your article on that subject was excellent, and it came in time. I always said that a good fight is better than a bad peace."
"All right. Go away now!"
"You're polite! Let's shake hands, Nilovna. And that fellow—he certainly behaved stupidly. Do you know where he lives?"
Nikolay gave him the address.
"I must go to him to-morrow. He's a fine fellow, eh?"
"Very!"
"We must keep him alive; he has good brains. It's from just such fellows that the real proletarian intellectuals ought to grow up—men to take our places when we leave for the region where evidently there are no class antagonisms. But, after all, who knows?"
"You've taken to chattering, Ivan."
"I feel happy, that's why. Well, I'm going! So you're expecting prison? I hope you get a good rest there!"