Father and son made a few turns around the room in silence. Petenka wished to make further explanations, but felt a lump rising in his throat.
"Yes, but where am I to get the money from?" he said at last.
"My dear friend, I don't know your resources. Pay it back from the resources you figured on when you gambled crown money away."
"You know very well that in such cases people forget about their resources."
"I don't know a thing, my friend. I never played cards, except with mother, when I play fool to amuse the old woman. And please don't drag me into this dirty business, and let's go and have tea. We'll have tea and sit around, maybe we'll talk about something, but, for the Lord's sake, not about that."
Yudushka started to make for the door and into the dining-room, but Petenka stopped him.
"Look here," he said, "I have to get out of this predicament somehow."
Yudushka grinned and stared at Petenka.
"Yes, my dear, you have to," he agreed.
"Then help me."