Fischelowitz will be at home in a few minutes, and you see I have guessed half your story, so you may as well tell me the other half and be done with it.

It is of no use for you to go to the shop after him.
He has shut up by this time, and you cannot tell which way he will come home, can you?
Much better come in and have a glass of tea.

The samovar is lighted and everything is ready, so that you need not stay long." Schmidt lingered doubtfully a moment on the stairs.

The closing hour was certainly past in early-closing Munich, and he might miss the tobacconist in the street.

It seemed wiser to wait for him in his house, and so the Cossack reluctantly accepted the invitation, which, under ordinary circumstances, he would have regarded as a great honour.