"Yes, yes!" drawled Volochine; to Sarudine his tone seemed to say, "and
you're no better, either."
"I think I must be going now. I'm staying at the hotel on the
boulevard. I may see you again!" Volochine rose to take his leave.
At this moment the orderly entered and saluting in slovenly fashion,
said,
"The young lady is there, sir."
Sarudine started. "What?" he cried.
"She has come, sir."
"Ah I yes, I know," said Sarudine. He glanced about him nervously,
feeling a sudden presentiment.
"I wonder if it's Lida?" he thought. "Impossible!"
Volochine's inquisitive eyes twinkled. His puny little body in its
loose white clothes seemed to acquire new vitality.
"Well, good-bye!" he said, laughing. "Up to your old tricks, as usual!
Ha! Ha!"
Sarudine smiled uneasily, as he accompanied his visitor to the door,
and with a parting stare the latter in his immaculate shoes hurried
off.
"Now, sirs," said Sarudine, on his return, "how's the game going? Take
the bank for me, will you, Tanaroff? I shall be back directly." He
spoke hastily; his eyes were restless.
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