He seized his glass. They drank.
She burst out laughing.
"What is it?" asked Saranin.
"I changed the glasses. You'll have the inconvenience, not me."
He shuddered. He grew pale.
"What have you done?" he shouted in desperation.
Aglaya laughed. To Saranin her laughter seemed loathsome and cruel.
Suddenly he remembered that the Armenian had an antidote.
He ran to find the Armenian.
"He'll make me pay dearly for it," he thought, gingerly. "But what of the money! Let him take all, if only he saves me from the horrible effects of this nostrum."
IV.
But obviously an evil destiny was flinging itself upon Saranin.
On the door of the lodging where the Armenian lived, there hung a lock. In desperation Saranin seized the bell. A wild hope inspirited him. He rang desperately.
Behind the door the bell tinkled loudly, distinctly, clearly, with that inexorable clearness
