He welcomed me with joy.
"My prodigal daughter," he said, "is ever so much dearer to me now than before!"
To have kept complete silence about the rupture which had taken place, would not have satisfied his kindness.
"You must not fancy I am quite disinterested in wishing you back again," he said. "I have something special in view."
"What may that be. Professor?"
"I have just received permission from the Russian Government to publish a scientific journal, and it has confirmed me in my status as editor. As my secretary, you would be useful, and I ask you to accept the position."
"I should do so with pleasure, but my occupation prevents me."
"Your office? You will give it up: it is no fitting situation for you. I have been thinking it over: this is just what will serve most to bring your abilities into full play. You will have to do the 'Intelligence' columns, make summaries, and write translations—at first. And it will be necessary to read very, very much. I have by me a great number of new and highly interesting works, which I must show you.—Well, what do you say?"
