“Not too far to walk if you think that safer.”
“I do, because a sleigh driver can always be found and questioned.”
During the walk, evidence of the popular unrest was to be seen on all sides.
“The city is not like itself,” said Volna, as we crossed the great Square of St. Paul. The place was half filled with groups of workmen engaged in sullen discussion, while numbers of police stood at hand watching. “Sunday evening usually finds every one holiday making.”
We paused a moment near one or two of the groups. Everywhere the subject of talk was the same—the massacre at St. Petersburg.
Whenever we paused near any group I noticed one or two men leave it, saunter up to us and scrutinize us curiously. Whether they were police or workmen it was impossible to say.
“You are interested in these matters, friend?” asked one of them.
“All are interested,” I answered.
“You were listening?” he returned suspiciously.
“Yes, I was listening.”