with Lizanka went away with tears in his eyes; he was really anxious about Vasya. He went home running, and on the Neva came full tilt upon Vasya himself. The latter, too, was uneasy.
"Where are you going!" cried Arkady Ivanovitch.
Vasya stopped as though he had been caught in a crime.
"Oh, it's nothing, brother, I wanted to go for a walk."
"You could not stand it, and have been to the Artemyevs? Oh, Vasya, Vasya! Why did you go to Yulian Mastakovitch?"
Vasya did not answer, but then with a wave of his hand, he said: "Arkady, I don't know what is the matter with me. I. . . ."
"Come, come, Vasya. I know what it is. Calm yourself. You've been excited, and overwrought ever since yesterday. Only think, it's not much to bear. Everybody's fond of you, everybody's ready to do anything for you; your work is getting on all right; you will get it done, you will certainly get it done. I know that you have been imagining something, you have had apprehensions about something. . . ."
"No, it's all right, it's all right. . . ."
"Do you remember, Vasya, do you remember it was the same with you once before; do you remember, when you got your promotion, in your joy and thankfulness you were so zealous that you spoilt all your work for a week? It is just the same with you now."
"Yes, yes, Arkady; but now it is different, it is not that at all."
"How is it different? And very likely the work is not urgent at all, while you are killing yourself. . . ."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. I am all right, it's nothing. Well, come along!"
"Why, are you going home, and not to them?"
"Yes, brother, how could I have the face to turn up there? . . . I have changed my mind. It was only that I could not stay on alone without you; now you are coming back with me—I'll sit down to write again. Let us go!"
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