human
Excuse me, Alexandr Daviditch, I must say two words to you.
gpt
To-morrow's Friday, said Laevsky, biting his nails.
human
Have you got what you promised?
gpt
I've only got two hundred. I'll get the rest to-day or to-morrow. Don't worry yourself.
human
Thank God . . . sighed Laevsky, and his hands began trembling with joy.
gpt
You are saving me, Alexandr Daviditch, and I swear to you by God, by my happiness and anything you like, I'll send you the money as soon as I arrive. And I'll send you my old debt too.
human
Look here, Vanya . . . said Samoylenko, turning crimson and taking him by the button.
gpt
You must forgive my meddling in your private affairs, but . . . why shouldn't you take Nadyezhda Fyodorovna with you?
human
You queer fellow. How is that possible? One of us must stay, or our creditors will raise an outcry. You see, I owe seven hundred or more to the shops. Only wait, and I will send them the money. I'll stop their mouths, and then she can come away.
gpt
I see. . . . But why shouldn't you send her on first?
human
My goodness, as though that were possible! Laevsky was horrified.
gpt
Why, she's a woman; what would she do there alone? What does she know about it? That would only be a loss of time and a useless waste of money.
human
That's reasonable . . . thought Samoylenko, but remembering his conversation with Von Koren, he looked down and said sullenly:
gpt
I can't agree with you. Either go with her or send her first; otherwise . . . otherwise I won't give you the money. Those are my last words. . .
human
Friday . . . Friday, thought Laevsky, going back into the drawing-room.
gpt
Friday. . . .
human
Friday . . . Friday. . . .
gpt
Friday