poured beer into his glass. But Riabovitch, whose head was dizzy from uninterrupted day-dreams, ate in silence. When he had drunk three glasses he felt tipsy and weak; and an overmastering impulse forced him to relate his adventure to his comrades.
"A most extraordinary thing happened to me at von Rabbek's" he began, doing his best to speak in an indifferent, ironical tone. "I was on my way, you understand, from the billiard-room..."
And he attempted to give a very detailed history of the kiss. But in a minute he had told the whole story. In that minute he had exhausted every detail; and it seemed to him terrible that the story required such a short time. It ought, he felt, to have lasted all the night. As he finished, Lobuitko, who as a liar himself believed in no one, laughed incredulously. Merzliakoff frowned, and, with his eyes still glued to the Messenger of Europe, said indifferently —
"God knows who it was! She threw herself on your neck, you say, and didn't cry out! Some lunatic, I expect!"
"It must have been a lunatic," agreed Riabovitch.
"I, too, have had adventures of that kind," began Lobuitko, making a frightened face. "I was on my way to Kovno. I travelled second class. The carriage was packed, and I couldn't sleep. So I gave the guard a rouble, and he took my bag, and put me in a coupé. I lay down, and pulled my rug over me.
