"Not one second: death does not delay, and life ought not to delay." "And what a time, what a place for men to think of loafing!" he cried at four o'clock, in a voice, however, which showed signs of sleepiness; "among us! now! in Russia where every separate individual has a duty resting upon him, a solemn responsibility to God, to the people, to himself.

We are sleeping, and the time is slipping away; we are sleeping."....
"Permit me to observe," remarked Lavretsky, "that we are not sleeping at present but rather preventing others from sleeping.

We are straining our throats like the cocks--listen! there is one crowing for the third time." This sally made Mihalevitch laugh, and calmed him down.

"Good-bye till to-morrow," he said with a smile, and thrust his pipe into his pouch.
"Till to-morrow," repeated Lavretsky.

But the friends talked for more than hour longer.