"Tulek, let heaven alone! To mix up such things with heaven—Arabian adventure!"
"Are you a priest, mother? I tell you of my own suffering and the suffering of that noble, sweet being—" In the antechamber, the door of which widow Clemens, in returning from the city, had not locked, was heard stamping, and the youthful voice of a man called:
"Is your master at home?"
"Arabian adventure!" muttered widow Clemens.
"Maryan!" exclaimed Kranitski with delight, and he answered aloud:
"I am at home, at home!"
"An event worthy of record in universal history," answered the voice of a man speaking somewhat through his nose and teeth.
"And the baron!" cried Kranitski; then he whispered:
"Close the drawing-room door, mother; I must freshen up a little," and from behind the closed door he spoke to those who were in the drawing-room:
"In a moment, my dears, in a moment I shall be at your service."