Good-bye!"
They all walked out of the restaurant. At the door Borya
Sobashnikov, always a little finical and unnecessarily
supercilious, stopped Lichonin and called him to one side.
"I'm surprised at you, Lichonin," he said squeamishly. "We have
gathered together in our own close company, yet you must needs
drag in some vagabond. The devil knows who he is!"
"Quit that, Borya," answered Lichonin amicably. "He's a warm-
hearted fellow."
CHAPTER IX.
"Well now, gentlemen, this isn't fit for pigs," Yarchenko was
saying, grumblingly, at the entrance of Anna Markovna's
establishment. "If we finally have gone, we might at least have
chosen a decent place, and not some wretched hole. Really,
gentlemen, let's better go to Treppel's alongside; there it's
clean and light, at any rate."
"If you please, if you please, signior," insisted Lichonin,
opening the door before the sub-professor with courtly urbanity,
bowing and spreading his arms before him. "If you please."
"But this is an abomination ... At Treppel's the women are better-
looking, at least,"
Ramses, walking behind, burst into dry laughter.
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