“And suppose that you had been mistaken?” “Then, I should … have drowned myself,” said Sina almost inaudibly. The words filled Yourii with pity. His passion subsided, and he felt suddenly solaced. “What a good little girl!” he thought, sincerely touched by such frank, simple modesty. Proud of her reply, and gratified by his silent approval, Sina smiled at him, as they returned to the entrance of the cavern. Meanwhile she kept wondering why his question had not seemed offensive or shameful to her, but, on the contrary, quite agreeable. CHAPTER VI. After waiting a while at the entrance, and making sundry jokes at the expense of Sina and Yourii, the others wandered along the river-bank. The men lit cigarettes and threw the matches into the water, watching these make large circles on the surface of the stream. Lida, with arms a-kimbo, tripped along, singing softly as she went, and her pretty little feet in dainty yellow shoes now and again executed an impromptu dance. Lialia picked flowers, which she flung at Riasantzeff, caressing him with her eyes. “What do you say to a drink?” Ivanoff asked Sanine. “Splendid idea!” replied the other. Getting into the boat, they uncorked several bottles of beer and proceeded to drink. “Shocking intemperance!” cried Lialia, pelting them with tufts of grass. “First-rate stuff!” said Ivanoff, smacking his lips. Sanine laughed. “I have often wondered why people are so dead against alcohol,” he said jestingly. “In my opinion only a drunken man lives his life as it ought to be lived.” “That is, like a brute!” replied Novikoff from the bank. “Very likely,” said Sanine, “but at any rate a drunken man only does just that which he wants to do. If he has a mind to sing, he sings; if he wants to dance, he dances; and is not ashamed to be merry and jolly.” “And he fights too, sometimes,” remarked Riasantzeff. “Yes, so he does. That is, when men don’t understand how to drink.” “And do you like fighting when you are drunk?” asked Novikoff. “No,” replied Sanine, “I’d rather fight when I am sober, but when I’m drunk I’m the most good-natured person imaginable, for I have forgotten so much that is mean and vile.” “Everybody is not like that,” said Riasantzeff. “I’m sorry for them, that’s all,” replied Sanine. “Besides, what others are like does not interest me in the least.” “One can hardly say that,” observed Novikoff. “Why not, if it is the truth?” “A fine truth, indeed!” exclaimed Lialia, shaking her head. “The finest I know, anyhow,” replied Ivanoff for Sanine. Lida, who had been singing loudly, suddenly stopped, looking vexed. “They don’t seem in any hurry,” she said. “Why should they hurry?” replied Ivanoff, “It is a great mistake to do anything in a hurry.” “And Sina, I suppose she is the heroine _sans peur et sans reproche_?” said Lida ironically.