But she knows me very well.

I am Israel Kafka." The Wanderer looked at him more curiously.

He remembered what he had heard but a few hours earlier from Keyork concerning the young fellow's madness.

The situation now partially explained itself.
"I understand," he said, looking at Unorna.

"He seems to be dangerous.
What shall I do with him ?" He asked the question as calmly as though it had referred to the disposal of an inanimate object, instead of to the taking into custody of a madman.
"Do with me ?" cried Kafka, advancing suddenly a step forwards from between the slabs.