Zverkov winced, but he tried not to notice it.

“And the remuneration?”

“What remuneration?”

“I mean, your sa-a-lary?”

“Why are you cross-examining me?” However, I told him at once what my salary was. I turned horribly red.

“It is not very handsome,” Zverkov observed majestically.

“Yes, you can't afford to dine at cafes on that,” Ferfitchkin added insolently.

“To my thinking it's very poor,” Trudolyubov observed gravely.

“And how thin you have grown! How you have changed!” added Zverkov,