“My turn’s to-morrow by rights, but we have an officer ill,” continued Mihaylof, “so—”
He wanted to say that it was not his turn, but as the Commander of the 8th Company was ill, and only the Ensign was left in the company, he felt it his duty to offer to go in place of Lieutenant Nepshisetsky, and would therefore be at the bastion that evening. But Kalougin did not hear him out.
“I feel sure that something is going to happen in a day or two,” he said to Prince Galtsin.
“How about to-day? will nothing happen today?” Mihaylof asked shyly, looking first at Kalougin and then at Galtsin.
No one replied. Prince Galtsin only puckered up his face in a curious way, and looking over Mihaylof s cap, said, after a short silence—
“Fine girl that, with the red kerchief. Don’t you know her, Captain
