"We must go back to Tver.

There is cholera again.

When can you come ?" Beneath his heavy mustache Paul bit his lip.
"In three days," he answered.
"True?
You will come with me ?" enquired Steinmetz, under cover of the clashing music.
"Of course." Steinmetz looked at him curiously.

He glanced toward Etta, but he said nothing..