"Agreed, and thank you, brother!"
"How do you get on now with Jakov?"
"Same as before; we can't hit it off," said Gratschev laughing.
"He's an unlucky fellow. It's not easy to deal with him," said Ilya thoughtfully.
"Ah, we've most of us something to put up with," answered Pavel, and shrugged his shoulders. "He always seems to me not quite all there, half silly. Well, I'm off."
"Good-bye, then."
And when Ilya had already left him, he called after him once more from the passage:
"Thank you, brother!"
Ilya nodded to him with a smile. He found Jakov quite sorrowful and cast down. He lay on his bed, his face upturned to the ceiling, looking up with wide-open eyes, and did not notice Ilya's approach.
"Nikita Jegarovitch's gone to another ward," he said gloomily.