"You lie, for you cannot prove it!"
"No, my dear fellow, it's you who are the liar!"
"I have not been shuffling, you dare not refuse to continue, and you must finish the game."
"You cannot compel me to do that," said Tchichikoff coolly, and approaching the table, he upset the draughtsmen.
Nosdrieff jumped from his seat in a rage, and drew so close to Tchichikoff that he made him step back two paces.
"I shall oblige you to play it out. It matters little, that the draughtsmen are mixed. I remember every move. We will arrange them again as they were."
"No, my dear fellow, there is an end to it, I shall not play with you."
"Then you positively refuse to finish the game?"
"You must allow yourself that it is impossible to play with you."
"Now, you obstinate fellow, tell me once more, will you or will you not play?" spoke Nosdrieff wildly, whilst walking still closer up to Tchichikoff.