"Really, I'm ashamed of my luck with you, speaking quite honestly." "Thank you!" said Pavel, with a dull laugh. "Do you know?" said Ilya slowly, "I'm not boasting. I mean it. I am ashamed, by God!" Pavel glanced at him without speaking, and hung his head lower. "And I'll say something to you. We've hung together in bad times. Let us share the good times." "H--m--m!" growled Pavel. "I've heard that happiness can't be shared, any more than a woman's love." "Oh, yes, it can! Just you find out all that is wanted to set up as a well-sinker--instruments and so on--and how much it costs, and I'll find the money." "Wha--at!" cried Pavel, looking at his friend incredulously. Lunev seized his hand with a lively gesture, and pressed it. "Really, you silly! I'll find it for you." But it needed a long conversation to assure Pavel of the seriousness of his intentions. Pavel kept shaking his head, growling, and saying: "No, it'll come to nothing." Finally Lunev succeeded in convincing him. Then Pashka embraced him, and said, in a voice full of emotion: "Thank you, brother! You'll pull me out of the pit. Now, listen to me. A workshop of my own--that's not for me. Give me some money, and I'll take Vyerka and go away from here. It will be easier for you, and you won't need to give me so much, and it'll suit me better. I'll go off somewhere and get an assistant's job in a workshop." "That's ridiculous," said Ilya. "It's much better to be your own master." "What sort of a master should I be?" cried Pavel. "I don't know how to deal with workmen like a master. No, a business of my own, and all that goes with it, is not to my taste. I know the sort of fellow a man must be for that, it isn't in my line. You can't turn a goat into a pig." Ilya did not understand clearly Pashka's conception of a master, but it pleased him and drew him still nearer to his comrade. He looked at him full of joy and love, and said jestingly: "True! You are very like a goat. Just about as thin. Do you know whom you remind me of? Perfishka, the cobbler. Well, then, we'll meet to-morrow, and then I'll give you the money to make a start, till you get a job. And now I'll have a look at Jakov." "Agreed, and thank you, brother!" "How do you get on now with Jakov?" "Same as before; we can't hit it off," said Gratschev laughing. "He's an unlucky fellow. It's not easy to deal with him," said Ilya thoughtfully. "Ah, we've most of us something to put up with," answered Pavel, and shrugged his shoulders. "He always seems to me not quite all there, half silly. Well, I'm off." "Good-bye, then." And when Ilya had already left him, he called after him once more from the passage: "Thank you, brother!" Ilya nodded to him with a smile. He found Jakov quite sorrowful and cast down. He lay on his bed, his face upturned to the ceiling, looking up with wide-open eyes, and did not notice Ilya's approach. "Nikita Jegarovitch's gone to another ward," he said gloomily.