"Sir, I hesitate to trespass"
"It is no trespass, monsieur. This is a bachelor establishment, and I consult no one's convenience but my own, or that of my guest, and I assure you of an English welcome, recalling to your mind that our countries are friendly."
"Gospodín, if you allow me to sleep here on the sofa, it will be as heaven compared with the place where you found me."
Stranleigh laughed.
"In one at least of your Easterly religions there are seven heavens, and I prefer to send you to the seventh rather than the first. And now let us introduce ourselves. My name is Stranleigh."
"I am Vassili Nicolaievna. Until recently I was a student at the University of St. Petersburg."
"Did you fake a literary course there? I have guessed you to be a poet. Am I right or wrong?"
"Both, Gospodín Stranleigh. I dream poetry, but cannot express it in words. Still, I try to give expression to my dreams through these." He stretched out his hands; white, slight, but nevertheless powerful. "I have devoted my life to music, and so did not finish the course at the University. May I give you a song for my supper?"
He waved a hand towards the very splendid
