By chance one day Wilhelm read the page of Berlin correspondence, and found that from first to last it was full of poisoned abuse, insult, and calumination of Berlin and its inhabitants.
At the next opportunity he put it before Barinskoi's eyes without a word.

He started a little, but said directly, quite calmly: Yes, he had read the letter too; naturally it was not by him; the paper had other correspondents, who hated Germans, he could do no more than put a stop to their lies, and find out the reality of their misrepresentations.
Early in this short acquaintance it was clear that Barinskoi was in constant money difficulties.

By his own representations the paper paid him very irregularly, and the most curious accidents constantly occurred to prevent the arrival of the expected payments.

Once the money was sent by mistake to the Constantinople correspondent, and it was six weeks before the oversight was cleared up.

Another time a fellow-writer who was traveling to Berlin undertook to bring the money with him.