the extra post did it in three hours. They changed horses five times. Part of the time Polozov dozed and part of the time he simply shook from side to side, holding a cigar in his teeth; he talked very little; he did not once look out of the window; picturesque views did not interest them; he even announced that 'nature was the death of him!' Sanin did not speak either, nor did he admire the scenery; he had no thought for it. He was all absorbed in reflections and memories. At the stations Polozov paid with exactness, took the time by his watch, and tipped the postillions—more or less—according to their zeal. When they had gone half way, he took two oranges out of the hamper of edibles, and choosing out the better, offered the other to Sanin. Sanin looked steadily at his companion, and suddenly burst out laughing.
'What are you laughing at?' the latter inquired, very carefully peeling his orange with his short white nails.
'What at?' repeated Sanin. ' Why, at our journey together.'
'What about it?' Polozov inquired again, dropping into his mouth one of the longitudinal sections into which an orange parts.
'It's so very strange. Yesterday I must confess I thought no more of you than of the
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