"Ye—es, you are lucky!"
"Envious?"
"Rather! Devil take it!"
"Really, I'm ashamed of my luck with you, speaking quite honestly."
"Thank you!" said Pavel, with a dull laugh.
"Do you know?" said Ilya slowly, "I'm not boasting. I mean it. I am ashamed, by God!"
Pavel glanced at him without speaking, and hung his head lower.
"And I'll say something to you. We've hung together in bad times. Let us share the good times."
"H—m—m!" growled Pavel. "I've heard that happiness can't be shared, any more than a woman's love."
"Oh, yes, it can! Just you find out all that is wanted to set up as a well-sinker—instruments and so on—and how much it costs, and I'll find the money."