"Just as long as the interests of my daughter's health demand it," returned the Count.
The Doctor gave a hypocritical groan that would have made his fortune upon the stage.
"How long will that be, Doctor?" asked Will.
"Three months, at least," was the reply.
The Professor duplicated the Doctor's groan with such emphasis that the party could not repress their smiles, and the two conspirators did not dare look at each other.
"Well, Professor, we'll have to accept the inevitable," said Dr. Jones. "Let's go down again and continue our studies of Russian customs and habits."
"Allow me to say, gentlemen, before we descend, that it is best that we should have a thorough understanding. I desire to treat you as my honored friends and guests, and to allow you every possible liberty and pleasure while here. Pledge me your word that you will not attempt to sail without my knowledge, or seek governmental interference, and all I have is at your command."
"Before I accede to your proposition, I wish to put one question: If Dr. Jones will consent to remain, will you permit the rest of the party to depart with the ship?" asked the Professor.
"I shall be delighted if you can make any such arrangement," quickly returned the Count.
"What do you say, Doctor?" cried Professor Gray, turning to him.