“I think,” he began in his dry, uninteresting voice, “I think that our programme should be divided into two parts. For the purpose of intellectual development two elements are undoubtedly necessary: the study of life from its earliest stages, and the study of life as it actually is.”
“Schafroff’s getting quite eloquent,” cried Dubova.
“Knowledge of the former can be gained by reading standard books of historical and scientific value, and knowledge of the latter, by belles lettres, which bring us face to face with life.”
“If you go on talking to us like this, we shall soon fall fast asleep.” Dubova could not resist making this remark, and in her eyes there was a roguish twinkle.
“I am trying to speak in such a way as to be understood by all,” replied Schafroff gently.
“Very well! Speak as best you can!” said Dubova with a gesture expressing her resignation.
Sina Karsavina laughed at Schafroff, too, in her pretty way, tossing back her head and showing her white, shapely throat. Hers was a rich, musical laugh.
“I have drawn up a programme—but perhaps it would bore you if I read it out?” said Schafroff, with a furtive glance at Dubova. “I propose to begin with ‘The Origin of the Family’ side by side with Darwin’s works, and, in literature, we could take Tolstoi.”
“Of course, Tolstoi!” said Von Deitz, looking extremely pleased with himself as he proceeded to light a cigarette.
Schafroff paused until the cigarette was lighted, and then continued his list: