Eh! But I must go up to the club." "Don't go away," Luba entreated.
"I must.

Somebody is waiting there for me.

I am going.

Goodbye!" "Till we meet again!" She held out her hand to him and sadly looked into his eyes.
"Will you go to sleep now ?" asked Foma, firmly shaking her hand.
"I'll read a little." "You're to your books as the drunkard to his whisky," said the youth, with pity.
"What is there that is better ?" Walking along the street he looked at the windows of the house and in one of them he noticed Luba's face.

It was just as vague as everything that the girl told him, even as vague as her longings.