“That’s bad, Volodya! Now what would you have done if you had not met me?” the elder remarked sternly, without looking at him.
“Well, you see, brother, I thought I’d pay when I got my travelling allowance in Sevastopol. I could do that, couldn’t I? . . . So I’d better drive on with him to-morrow.”
The elder brother drew out his purse and with slightly trembling fingers produced two ten-rouble notes and one of three roubles.
“There’s the money I have,” he said; “how much do you owe?”
Kozeltsof did not speak quite truly when he made it appear as if this were all the money he bad. He had four gold coins sewn into the cuff of his sleeve in case of special need, but he had resolved not to touch them.
It turned out that Kozeltsof secundus only owed eight roubles, including the sugar and the
