Nijeradze askance, questioningly, only with the movement of
his eyes, indicated her to Lichonin.
"Never mind. Don't pay any attention," answered the other aloud.
"But let's get out of here, however. I'll tell you everything
right away. Excuse me, Liubochka, it's only for a minute. I'll
come back at once, fix you up, and then evaporate, like smoke."
"But don't trouble yourself," replied Liubka: "it'll be all right
for me here, right on this divan. And you fix yourself up on the
bed."
"No, that's no longer like a model, my angel! I have a colleague
here. And so I'll go to him to sleep. I'll return in just a
minute."
Both students went out into the corridor.
"What meaneth this dream?" asked Nijeradze, opening wide his
oriental, somewhat sheepish eyes. "Whence this beauteous child,
this comrade in a petticoat?"
Lichonin shook his head with great significance and made a wry
face. Now, when the ride, the fresh air, the morning, and the
business-like, everyday, accustomed setting had entirely sobered
him, he was beginning to experience within his soul an indistinct
feeling of a certain awkwardness, needlessness of this sudden
action; and at the same time something in the nature of an
unconscious irritation both against himself and the woman he had
carried off.
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