"But what about the other one?"
What "the other one" meant I could never divine. Nor could Antipa. Once, drawing the idiot to him, he said:
"Why do you always say 'What about the other one'?"
Troubled and nervous, Nilushka merely muttered some unintelligible reply as his fingers turned and turned about the circular object which he was holding.
"Nothing," at length he replied.
"Nothing of what?
"Nothing here."
"Ah, he is too foolish to understand," said Vologonov with a sigh as his eyes darkened in meditative fashion.
"Yes, though it may seem foolish to say so," he added, "some people would envy him."
"Why should they?"