and we’ll have a game of faro!” said Zherkóv.
“Why, have you too much money?”
“Do come.”
“I can’t. I’ve sworn not to. I won’t drink and won’t play till I get reinstated.”
“Well, that’s only till the first engagement.”
“We shall see.”
They were again silent.
“Come if you need anything. One can at least be of use on the staff …”
Dólokhov smiled.
“Don’t trouble. If I want anything, I won’t beg—I’ll take it!”
“Well, never mind; I only …”
“And I only …”
“Goodbye.”
“Good health …”
“It’s a long, long way. To my native land …”
Zherkóv touched his horse with the spurs; it pranced excitedly from foot to foot uncertain with which to start, then settled down, galloped past the company, and overtook the carriage, still keeping time to the song.