It was a wide apartment, having in it now but little furniture--two rickety tables, a few chairs, an old bureau in which Balatka kept, under lock and key, all that still belonged to him personally, and a little desk, which was Nina's own repository.
"Yes, father, I am late; but not very late.

I have been with Anton Trendellsohn." "And what have you been there for now ?" "Anton Trendellsohn has been talking to me about the papers which uncle Karil has.

He wants to have them himself.

He says they are his." "I suppose he means that we are to be turned out of the old house." "No, father; he does not mean that.

He is not a cruel man.