then, all right. But you'll have to wait a bit; the master's not gone yet. He's asleep.'
'I'll go out later on,' answered Nezhdanov. 'I'm going to walk about the neighbourhood till I get instructions of some sort.'
'That's right! Only I tell you what, brother Alexey . . . I may call you Alexey, then?'
''Lexey, if you like,' said Nezhdanov, smiling.
'No; we mustn't overdo it. Listen! good counsel is better than money, as they say. I see you have pamphlets there; you can give them to whom you please—only not in the factory!'
'Why not?'
'Because, in the first place, it would be risky for you; secondly, I have pledged myself to the owner that there shall be nothing of the sort going on—after all, the factory's his, you know; and thirdly, we have something started there—schools and so on.. . . And—well—you might ruin all that. Act as you please, as best you may—I will not hinder you; but don't touch my factory-hands.'
'Caution never comes amiss . . . hey?' Nezhdanov remarked with a malignant half-smile.
Solomin smiled his own broad smile.
'Just so, brother Alexey; it never comes
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