The recent light intoxication had by now
gone entirely out of his head; and more and more horrible, and
unrealizable, and monstrous did that for which he had come here
seem to him. He might have gone away, saying that not a one here
pleased him; have put the blame on a headache, or something; but
he knew that Gladishev would not let him go; and mainly--it seemed
unbearably hard to get up from his place and to walk a few steps
by himself. And, besides that, he felt that he had not the
strength to start talking of this with Kolya.
They finished dancing. Tamara and Gladishev again sat down side by
side.
"Well, really, how is it that Jennechka isn't coming by now?"
asked Kolya impatiently.
Tamara quickly gave Verka a look with a question, incomprehensible
to the uninitiated, in her eyes. Verka quickly lowered her
eyelashes. This signified: yes, he is gone.
"I'll go right away and call her," said Tamara.
"But what are you so stuck on your Jennka for," said Henrietta.
"You might take me."
"All right, another time," answered Kolya and nervously began to
smoke.
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