It will make him quite, quite mad.

Can we do nothing more?
Nothing ?" "I think we have done our best to wake up this quarter of the town, and yet Fischelowitz is still asleep.

No one else can be of any use to us--therefore--" he stopped, for his conclusion seemed self-evident.
"I suppose so," said Vjera, regretfully.

"Let us go, then." She turned and with her noiseless step began to walk slowly away, Schmidt keeping close by her side.

For some minutes neither spoke.