When Yevsey lay down to sleep, the spy and Rayisa began to quarrel aloud.
"I won't go," said the woman in a loud and unusually firm voice.
"Keep quiet! Don't excite a sick man!" the spy exclaimed with tears in his voice.
"I won't go!"
"I will make you."
In the morning Yevsey understood by Rayisa's stony face and the spy's angry excitement that the two did not agree. At supper they began to quarrel again. The spy, who had grown stronger during the day, cursed and swore. His swollen blue face was horrible to look upon, his right hand was in a sling, and he shook his left hand menacingly. Rayisa, pale and imperturbable, rolled her round eyes, and followed the swinging of his red hand.
"Never, I'll never go," she stubbornly repeated, scarcely varying her words.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to."
"But you know I can ruin you."