Sanine

At all these compliments Sina blushed with pleasure and confusion.

"It is time to go home," said Lida abruptly. She did not like to hear

Sina praised, for she considered herself far prettier, cleverer, and

more interesting.

"Are you going to sing something?" asked Sanine.

"No," she replied, "I am not in voice."

"It really is time to be going," observed Riasantzeff, for he

remembered that early next morning he must be in the dissecting-room of

the hospital. All the others wished that they could have stayed for a

while. On their homeward way they were silent, feeling tired and

contented. As before, though unseen, the tall stems of the grasses bent

beneath the carriage-wheels, and the dust soon settled on the white

road again. The bare grey fields looked vast and limitless in the faint

light of the moon.