"And we will go to The Barber of Seville, for they are soon going to give it again."
"Yes, we'll go," said Nastenka, "but better see something else and not The Barber of Seville."
"Very well, something else. Of course that will be better, I did not think"
As we talked like this we walked along in a sort of delirium, a sort of intoxication, as though we did not know what was happening to us. At one moment we stopped and talked for a long time at the same place; then we went on again, and goodness knows where we went; and again tears and again laughter. All of a sudden Nastenka would want to go home, and I would not dare to detain her but would want to see her to the house; we set off, and in a quarter of an hour found ourselves at the embankment by our seat. Then she would sigh, and tears would come into her eyes again; I would turn chill with dismay. . . . But she would press my hand and force me to walk, to talk, to chatter as before.
"It's time I was home at last; I think it must be very late," Nastenka said at last. "We must give over being childish."
"Yes, Nastenka, only I shan't sleep to-night; I am not going home."
"I don't think I shall sleep either; only see me home."
"I should think so!"
"Only this time we really must get to the house."
"We must, we must."
"Honour bright? For you know one must go home some time!"
"Honour bright," I answered laughing.
"Well, come along!"
"Come along! Look at the sky, Nastenka. Look! Tomorrow it will be a lovely day; what a blue sky, what a moon! Look; that yellow cloud is covering it now, look, look! No, it has passed by. Look, look!"
But Nastenka did not look at the cloud; she stood mute as though turned to stone; a minute later she huddled timidly
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