open. There were only blinds, instead of curtains on the window, and so it was much lighter there.
"There's nothing in that room and you are drunk. Go to bed!" said Velchaninov. He got into bed and wrapped himself in the quilt.
Pavel Pavlovitch got into bed, too, without uttering a word.
"And have you ever seen ghosts before," Velchaninov asked suddenly, ten minutes afterwards.
Pavel Pavlovitch, too, was silent for a while.
"I thought I saw one once," he responded faintly.
Silence followed again.
Velchaninov could not have said for certain whether he had been asleep or not, but about an hour had passed—when he suddenly turned round again: whether he was roused again by a rustle—he was not sure, but felt as though in the pitch dark something white was standing over him, not quite close, but in the middle of the room. He sat up in bed and for a full minute gazed into the darkness.
"Is that you, Pavel Pavlovitch?" he said, in a failing voice.
"His own voice ringing out suddenly in the stillness and the dark seemed to him somehow strange.
No answer followed, but there could be no doubt that some one was standing there.
"Is that you . . . Pavel Pavlovitch?" he repeated, more loudly—so loudly, in fact, that if Pavel Pavlovitch had been quietly asleep in his bed he would certainly have waked up and answered.
But again no answer came, yet he fancied that the white, hardly distinguishable figure moved nearer to him. Then something strange followed: something seemed to explode within him, exactly as it had that evening, and he shouted at the top of his voice, in a most hideous, frantic voice, gasping for breath at each word:
"If you . . . drunken fool . . . dare to imagine . . . that you can . . . frighten me, I'll turn over to the wall, I'll put the bedclothes over my head, and won't turn round again all night . . . to show you how much I care . . . if you were to stand there till morning . . . like a fool . . . and I spit upon you . . ."
And he spat furiously in the direction, as he supposed, of Pavel Pavlovitch, turned over to the wall, drew the bedclothes over his head as he had said and grew numb in that position,
