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She's the old fellow's
grandchild,"
Yourii was silent. His contemplative mood was in a moment dispelled,
and he now felt convinced that Sanine was a coarse, bad man.
Riasantzeff shrugged his shoulders, and at last blurted out:
"Deuce take it! Such a night, eh? It seems to have got hold of me, too.
I say, suppose we drive back, and--"
Yourii did not at first understand what he meant.
"There are some fine girls there, you know. What do you say? Shall we
go back?" continued Riasantzeff, sniggering.
Yourii blushed deeply. A thrill of animal lust shot through his frame,
and enticing pictures rose up before his heated imagination. Yet,
controlling himself, he answered, in a dry voice:
"No; it is time that we were at home." Then he added, maliciously:
"Lialia is waiting for us."
Riasantzeff collapsed.
"Oh, yes, of course; yes, we ought to be back by now!" he hastily
muttered.
Yourii ground his teeth, and, glaring at the driver's broad back in its
white jacket, remarked aggressively:
"I have no particular liking for adventures of that sort."
"No, no; I understand.


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