"Twenty-five rubles," said Klimkov, unfolding the bill with reluctant fingers.
"How many people were there?"
"Seven."
"Seven? Ugh!"
Zarubin raised his eyes to the ceiling, and mumbled:
"Twice, no three times, seven is twenty-one. Four into seven—three and a half per person."
He whistled softly, and looking around announced:
"Sasha got a hundred and fifty, and his bill of expenses in the affair was sixty-three rubles. They do us fools. Well, what now, Yevsey? Give us a treat. For joy!"
"Come," said Klimkov, looking askance at the money. He could not make up his mind to put it in his pocket.