"Come, you will be at home presently and then you will go to bed and in the morning, before you are at the shop, everything will have been set right, and I daresay the Count will be there before you, and looking as well as ever." "How can you say that, when you know that he never comes on Wednesdays!" exclaimed Vjera through her tears.

"I am sure something dreadful will happen to him.

No, not that way--not that way!" Schmidt was trying to guide her round a sharp corner, but she resisted him.
"But that is the way home," protested the Cossack.
"I know, but I cannot go home, until I have seen where he is.

I must go--you must not prevent me!" "To the police-station ?" inquired Schmidt in considerable astonishment.
"They will not let us go in, you know.

You cannot possibly see him.