'Oh, very well,' remarked Lushin, 'caprice and irresponsibility... Those two words sum you up; your whole nature's contained in those two words.'
Zinaida laughed nervously.
'You're late for the post, my dear doctor.
You don't keep a good look-out; you're behind the times.
Put on your spectacles.
I'm in no capricious humour now.
To make fools of you, to make a fool of myself ... much fun there is in that! – and as for irresponsibility ... M'sieu Voldemar,' Zinaida added suddenly, stamping, 'don't make such a melancholy face.
I can't endure people to pity me.' She went quickly out of the room.
'It's bad for you, very bad for you, this atmosphere, young man,' Lushin said to me once more.
Chapter XI