PEPEL [_near doorway_] Come on--come on!
[_Leaves, Baron following him quickly._]
LUKA. Was he really once a Baron?
BUBNOFF. Who knows? A gentleman--? Yes. That much he's even now.
Occasionally it sticks out. He never got rid of the habit.
LUKA. Nobility is like small-pox. A man may get over it--but it leaves
marks . . .
BUBNOFF. He's all right all the same--occasionally he kicks--as he did
about your passport . . .
[_Alyoshka comes in, slightly drunk, with a concertina in his hand,
whistling._]
ALYOSHKA. Hey there, lodgers!
BUBNOFF. What are you yelling for?