That man, your friend, who calls himself Gröllerhagen, is not a German—he is a Russian—not only that, he is a Russian noble. I see it in a hundred ways that you cannot.
PIKE
Whatever he is, he helped us this afternoon. I'd trust him to the bone.
IVANOFF
I have felt it inevitable that I should go back to Siberia. A thousand times have I felt it since I entered these rooms.
[He goes down toward the window.]
PIKE
I know you feel mighty bad, but perhaps—perhaps—
IVANOFF
There is no perhaps for me. There was never any perhaps after I met Hélène.[pg 128]