Labanoff made no reply.
“I do not know either,” said Michel, “how my affair will end. But, since chance has brought us together today, face to face—”
“It was not chance, but my own firm resolution to see you again before my departure.”
“I know what your friendship for me is, and it is for that reason that I ask you to tell me frankly where you will be in a month.”
“In a month?” repeated Labanoff.
“Give me the route you are going to take? Shall you be a fixture at St. Petersburg?”
“Not immediately,” responded the Russian, slowly, his gaze riveted upon Menko. “In a month I shall still be at Warsaw. At St. Petersburg the month after.”
“Thanks. I only ask you to let me know, in some way, where you are.”
“Why?”
“Because, I should like to join you.”