“Yes, it is really much too late to send to town now,” said Evgenie Pavlovitch, who had escaped from Aglaya as rapidly as possible. “I am sure the shops are shut in Petersburg; it is past eight o’clock,” he added, looking at his watch.
“We have done without him so far,” interrupted Adelaida in her turn. “Surely we can wait until to-morrow.”
“Besides,” said Colia, “it is quite unusual, almost improper, for people in our position to take any interest in literature.
Ask Evgenie Pavlovitch if I am not right. It is much more fashionable to drive a waggonette with red wheels.”
“You got that from some magazine, Colia,” remarked Adelaida.