in love, wanting to get married. Well, then, describe that.'
Sanin was offended. 'What do you find laughable in that?'
Polozov only rolled his eyes. The juice from the orange was trickling down his chin.
'Was it your wife sent you to Frankfort to shop for her?' asked Sanin after a short time.
'Yes, it was she.'
'What are the purchases?'
'Toys, of course.'
'Toys? have you any children?'
Polozov positively moved away from Sanin. 'That's likely! What do I want with children? Feminine fallals . . . finery. For the toilet.'
'Do you mean to say you understand such things?'
'To be sure I do.'
'But didn't you tell me you didn't interfere in any of your wife's affairs?'
'I don't in any other. But this . . . is no consequence. To pass the time—one may do it. And my wife has confidence in my taste. And I 'm a first-rate hand at bargaining.'
Polozov began to speak by jerks; he was exhausted already.
'And is your wife very rich?'
'Rich; yes, rather! Only she keeps the most of it for herself.'
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