quite enthusiastic, “only think with what eyes we shall observe one another tomorrow, after our tales have been told!”
“But surely this is a joke, Nastasia Philipovna?” asked Totski.
“You don’t really mean us to play this game.”
“Whoever is afraid of wolves had better not go into the wood,” said Nastasia, smiling.
“But, pardon me, Mr. Ferdishenko, is it possible to make a game out of this kind of thing?” persisted Totski, growing more and more uneasy. “I assure you it can’t be a success.”
“And why not? Why, the last time I simply told straight off about how I stole three roubles.”