human
I was out of humour at the picnic and said something rude to you. Forgive me, for God's sake!
gpt
Well? Well?
human
Don't worry yourself; there's nothing dangerous, said Samoylenko;
gpt
I don't mean that. Laevsky frowned impatiently.
human
Have you got the money?
gpt
My dear soul, forgive me,
human
For God's sake, forgive me! No one has anything to spare, and I've only been able to collect by five- and by ten-rouble notes. . . . Only a hundred and ten in all. To-day I'll speak to some one else. Have patience.
gpt
But Saturday is the latest date, whispered Laevsky, trembling with impatience.
human
By all that's sacred, get it by Saturday! If I don't get away by Saturday, nothing's any use, nothing! I can't understand how a doctor can be without money!
gpt
Lord have mercy on us! Samoylenko whispered rapidly and intensely, and there was positively a breaking note in his throat.
human
I've been stripped of everything; I am owed seven thousand, and I'm in debt all round. Is it my fault?
gpt
Then you'll get it by Saturday? Yes?
human
I'll try.
gpt
I implore you, my dear fellow! So that the money may be in my hands by Friday morning!