"
"Yes, but I must ask you," croaked Von Deitz, becoming hysterical.
"Really, this is too much! In short ..."
"Oh! That'll do!" replied Sanine, drawing back in disgust from Von
Deitz, from whose mouth saliva spurted. "Think what you like; I don't
care. And tell Sarudine that he is an ass!"
"You've no right, sir, I say, you've no right," shouted Von Deitz.
"Very good, very good," said Tanaroff, quite satisfied
"Let us go."
"No!" cried the other, plaintively, as he waved his lanky arms. "How
dare he? ... what business I ... It's simply ..."
Sanine looked at him, and, making a contemptuous gesture, walked out of
the room.
"We will deliver your message to our brother-officer," said Tanaroff,
calling after him.
"As you please," said Sanine, without looking round. He could hear
Tanaroff trying to pacify the enraged Von Deitz, and thought to
himself, "As a rule the fellow's an utter fool, but put him on his
hobby-horse, and he becomes quite sensible."
"The matter cannot be allowed to rest thus!" cried the implacable Von
Deitz, as they went out.
From the door of her room, Lida gently called "Volodja!"
Sanine stood still.
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