Which means that I have few enemies and fewer friends." The girl looked as if she would like to laugh, had such exercise been in keeping with a professional etiquette.
"Your name is Karl Steinmetz," she said gravely.
"That is the name by which I am known to a large staff of creditors," replied he.
"If you will go to No.

4, Passage Kazan, at the back of the cathedral, second-floor back room on the left at the top of the stairs, and go straight into the room, you will find a friend who wishes to see you," she said, as one repeating a lesson by rote.
"And who are you, my dear young lady!" "I--I am no one.

I am only a paid agent." "Ah!" They walked on in silence a few paces.

The bells of St.Isaac's Church suddenly burst out into a wild carillon, as is their way, effectually preventing further conversation for a few moments.
"Will you go ?" asked the girl, when the sound had broken off as suddenly as it had commenced.
"Probably.

I am curious and not nervous--except of damp sheets.