"So?" said the Smokestack. "So?"
"I don't know anything," said Yevsey, disappointed with himself. Suddenly he grew bold. "I see this and that; but what it is, what for, why, I cannot understand. And there must be another life."
"Another?" repeated the Smokestack, screwing up his eyes.
"Yes. It would be impossible otherwise."
The Smokestack smiled quietly. He hit his knife on the table, and shouted to the waiter:
"A bottle of beer. So it can't be otherwise? That's curious. Yes—we'll see who will do whom."
"Do, please, let me live with you," Yevsey repeated.
"Well, we'll live together. All right."
"I'll come to you to-day."
"Come on."