“Were you there twice?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Was Ivan there?”
“Yes, sir.’”
“Did he make a speech?”
“Yes, sir.”
“A good one?”
“Fair.”
“About assassinating the czar and the grand dukes, and the nobility generally?”
Alex’s soapy hand was raised so high that the suds trickled from her wrist to her elbow, as, in a loud, indignant voice, she exclaimed: “It’s a lie! The czar was not mentioned, nor his precious uncles. He told us the kind of government we ought to have to make us an educated, free people, daring to call our souls our own. He is not an anarchist!”