With a stern face, and an expression of utter loathing on his countenance, he drained glass after glass. Romashov observed Nasanski's ashy complexion gradually assume a deeper hue, and his beautiful blue eyes regain life and brilliancy. When they reached the street they took a fly and drove to the river flowing past the very outskirts of the town, which there swells out to a dam, on one side of which stood a mill driven by turbines, an enormous red building belonging to a Jew. On the other shore stood a few bathing-houses, and there, too, boats might be hired. Romashov sat by the oars, and Nasanski assumed a half-recumbent position in the stern. The river was very broad here, the stream weak, the banks low and overgrown with long, juicy grass that hung down over the water, and out of it rose tall green reeds and masses of big, white water-lilies. Romashov related the particulars of his fight with Nikoläiev. Nasanski listened abstractedly and gazed down at the river, which in lazy, sluggish eddies flowed away like molten glass in the wake of the boat. "Tell me candidly, Romashov, have you any fear?" asked Nasanski, in a low voice. "Of the duel? No, I'm not afraid of that," replied Romashov irritably, but he became abruptly silent, whilst, in the flash of a second, he saw himself standing face to face with Nikoläiev, and with hypnotized eyes gazing at the black, threatening muzzle of his revolver. "No, no," added Romashov hastily, "I will not lie and boast that I'm not afraid. On the contrary, I think it terrible; but I also know that I shall not behave like a coward, and that I shall never apologize." Nasanski dipped the tips of his fingers in the softly rippling water, warm with the evening glow, and said slowly, in a weak voice often interrupted by coughing: "Ah, my friend, my dear Romashov, why will you do this thing? Only think if what you say is true, and you are not a coward. Why not then show your moral courage in a still higher degree by refusing to fight this duel?" "He has insulted me, struck me--on the face," replied Romashov, with newly kindled, burning indignation.