"He's well."
"Did you hand him the note?"
"Of course! I stuck it into his hands very cleverly."
"Did he read it?"
"On the spot? How could he?"
"Oh, yes; I forgot! Let us wait another week, one week longer. Do you think he'll agree to it?"
"I don't know—I think he will," the mother deliberated. "Why shouldn't he if he can do so without danger?"
Sasha shook her head.
"Do you know what the sick man is allowed to eat? He's asked for some food."
"Anything at all. I'll get him something at once." The mother walked into the kitchen, slowly followed by Sasha.