"Who can still be coming?" asks Zeneida.
Pushkin appears on the threshold.
Zeneida's countenance involuntarily assumes an expression of alarm.
"Why do you come here?" she whispers, excitedly, to him.
"Is it not permitted?"
"Did I not commission you to watch Galban, that he might not take us by surprise?"
"I found a better guardian for him. Diabolka has got him in the mouse-trap."
"But your responsibility remains."
"I will go back as soon as I can do so without exciting attention. At present, I stay here. Introduce me!"
"What a child you are! Are you not consumed with curiosity to know what we are about here?"