"Yes, yes, I know," said Lida, struggling with her tears.
"It is not I, but it is you that are sacrificing yourself. Yes, it's
you! What more would you have?"
Novikoff was annoyed.
"How little you understand my meaning!" he said. "I love you, and thus
it's no sacrifice. But if you think that our union implies a sacrifice
either on your part or on mine, how on earth are we going to live
together? Do try and understand me. We can only live together on one
condition, and that is, if neither of us imagines that there is any
sacrifice about it. Either we love each other, and our union is a
reasonable and natural one, or we don't love each other, and then--"
Lida suddenly began to cry.
"What's the matter?" exclaimed Novikoff, surprised and irritated. "I
can't make you out. I haven't said anything that could offend you.
Don't cry like that! Really, one can't say a single word!"
"I ... don't know," sobbed Lida, "but ..."
Sanine frowned, and went into his room.
"So that's as far as Lida has got!" he thought. "Perhaps, if she had
drowned herself, it would have been better, after all."
Underneath the window, Ivanoff could hear Sanine hastily packing his
things. There was a rustling of paper, and the sound of something that
had fallen on the floor.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked impatiently.
"In a minute," replied Sanine, as his pale face appeared at the window.
"Catch hold!"
The valise was promptly handed out to Ivanoff and Sanine leapt after
it.
"Come along!"
They went swiftly through the garden, that lay dim and desolate in the
dusk. The fires of sunset had paled beyond the glimmering stream.
At the rail way-station all the signal-lamps had been lighted. A
locomotive was snorting and puffing. Men were running about, banging
doors and shouting at each other. A group of peasants who carried large
bundles filled one part of the platform.
At the refreshment-room Sanine and Ivanoff had a farewell drink.
"Here's luck, and a pleasant journey!" said Ivanoff.
Sanine smiled.
"My journeys are always the same," he said. "I don't expect anything
from life, and I don't ask for anything either. As for luck, there's
not much of that at the finish. Old age and death; that's about all."
They went out on to the platform, seeking a quiet place for their
leave-taking.
"Well, good-bye!"
"Good-bye!"