won't go to bed, I won't go to bed at all."
"No, that won't do, that won't do: you must sleep, go to bed at five. I will call you at eight. Tomorrow is a holiday; you can sit and scribble away all day long. . . . Then the night and—but have you a great deal left to do?"
"Yes, look, look!"
Vasya, quivering with excitement and suspense, showed the manuscript: "Look!"
"I say, brother, that's not much."
"My dear fellow, there's some more of it," said Vasya, looking very timidly at Nefedevitch, as though the decision whether he was to go or not depended upon the latter.
"How much?"
"Two signatures."
"Well, what's that? Come, I tell you what. We shall have time to finish it, by Jove, we shall!"
"Arkasha!"
"Vasya, listen! To-night, on New Year's Eve, every one is at home with his family. You and I are the only ones without a home or relations. . . . Oh, Vasya!"
Nefedevitch clutched Vasya and hugged him in his leonine arms.
"Arkasha, it's settled."
"Vasya, boy, I only wanted to say this. You see, Vasya listen, bandy-legs, listen! . . ."
Arkady stopped, with his mouth open, because he could not speak for delight. Vasya held him by the shoulders, gazed into his face and moved his lips, as though he wanted to speak for him.
"Well," he brought out at last. "Introduce me to them to-day."
"Arkady, let us go to tea there. I tell you what, I tell you what. We won't even stay to see in the New Year, we'll come away earlier," cried Vasya, with genuine inspiration.
"That is, we'll go for two hours, neither more nor less . . . ."
"And then separation till I have finished. . . ."
"Vasya, boy!"
"Arkady!"
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