"Look here," said Sanine, as they walked down the street in the dusk.

"Well, what is it?"

"Come to the railway-station with me. I'm going away."

Ivanoff stood still.

"Why?"

"Because this place bores me."

"Something has scared you, eh?"

"Scared me? I'm going because I wish to go."

"Yes, but the reason?"

"My good fellow, don't ask silly questions. I want to go, and that's

enough. As long as one hasn't found people out, there is always a

chance that they may prove interesting. Take some of the folk here, for

instance Sina Karsavina, or Semenoff, or Lida even, who might have

avoided becoming commonplace. But oh! they bore me now. I'm tired of

them. I've put up with it all as long as I could; I can't stand it any

longer."

Ivanoff looked at him for a good while.

"Come, come!" he said. "You'll surely say good-bye to your people?"

"Not I! It's just they who bore me most."

"But what about luggage?"

"I haven't got much. If you'll stop in the garden, I'll go into my room

and hand you my valise through the window. Otherwise they'll see me,

and overwhelm me with questions as to why and wherefore. Besides, what

is there to say?"

"Oh! I see!" drawled Ivanoff, as with a gesture he seemed to bid the

other adieu. "I'm very sorry that you're going, my friend, but ... what

can I do?"

"Come with me."

"Where?"

"It doesn't matter where. We can see about that, later."

"But I've no money?"

Sanine laughed.

"Neither have I."

"No, no, you'd better go by yourself. School begins in a fortnight, and

I shall get back into the old groove."

Each looked straight into the other's eyes, and Ivanoff turned away in

confusion, as if he had seen a distorted reflection of his own face in

a mirror.

Crossing the yard, Sanine went indoors while Ivanoff waited in the dark

garden, with its sombre shadows and its odour of decay. The leaves

rustled under his feet as he approached Sanine's bedroom-window. When

Sanine passed through the drawing-room he heard voices on the veranda,

and he stopped to listen.

"But what do you want of me?" he could hear Lida saying. Her peevish,

languid tone surprised him.

"I want nothing," replied Novikoff irritably, "only it seems strange

that you should think you were sacrificing yourself for me, whereas--"




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