'What are you now, if I may ask?'
'The only thing that a self-respecting Jew can be—a Sejmist, of course!'
'A Jewish Party?' asked David eagerly. After all the enthusiasm for Russian politics and world politics he was now pleased with even this loquacious form of Self-Defence.
'Come and have a glass of tea; I will tell you all about it,' said the young man, soothed by the prospect of airing his theories. 'We will go to Friedman's inn—the University Club, we call it, because the intellectuals generally drink there.'
'With pleasure,' said David, sniffing the chance of recruits. 'But before we talk of your Party I want to ask whether you can join me in a branch of the Samooborona.'
The young man's face grew overclouded.
'Our Party cannot join any other,' he said.
'But mine isn't a Party—a corps.'
'Not a Party?'
'No.'