"It will be announced in the papers. Such discoveries as that are never hidden under a bushel."
Svirski glanced at Kresovich, as if to convince himself that the man was not speaking in a fever; meanwhile they reached the station, which was swarming with people.
The visitors at Nice were going as usual in the morning to Monte Carlo. At the moment when Svirski was buying a ticket, Vyadrovski saw him.
"Good-morning," said he, coming up; "you are going to the Mountain?"
"Yes. Have you a ticket?"
"I have a monthly one. The train will be crowded."
"We can stand in a passage."
"This is a genuine Exodus, is it not? And each one carries his mite to the widow. Good-morning, Pan Kresovich! What say you of life in this place? Make some remark from the point of view of your party."
Kresovich blinked as if unable to understand what was asked of him, then answered,—
"I enroll myself in the party of the silent."