This Moscow man is eccentric.

He likes to do good sub rosa.

He prefers to be alone." Catrina tried to look into the cottage; but Karl Steinmetz, as we know, was fat, and filled up the whole door-way.
"I should like to thank him for coming to us, or, at least, to offer him hospitality.

I suppose one cannot pay him." "No; one cannot pay him," answered Steinmetz gravely.
There was a little pause.

From the interior of the cottage came the murmured gratitude of the peasants, broken at times by a wail of agony--the wail of a man.