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rejected the potatoes in front of him； and carefully refrained
from putting sugar in his tea。
His supper finished； Michael Strogoff； instead of going up to his bedroom；
again strolled out into the town。 But； although the long twilight
yet lingered； the crowd was already dispersing； the streets were gradually
becoming empty； and at length everyone retired to his dwelling。
Why did not Michael Strogoff go quietly to bed； as would have seemed
more reasonable after a long railway journey？ Was he thinking
of the young Livonian girl who had been his traveling companion？
Having nothing better to do； he WAS thinking of her。 Did he fear that；
lost in this busy city； she might be exposed to insult？ He feared so；
and with good reason。 Did he hope to meet her； and； if need were；
to afford her protection？ No。 To meet would be difficult。
As to protectionwhat right had he
〃Alone；〃 he said to himself； 〃alone； in the midst of these
wandering tribes！ And yet the present dangers are nothing
compared to those she must undergo。 Siberia！ Irkutsk！ I am
about to dare all risks for Russia； for the Czar； while she
is about to do soFor whom？ For what？ She is authorized
to cross the frontier！ The country beyond is in revolt！
The steppes are full of Tartar bands！〃
Michael Strogoff stopped for an instant； and reflected。
〃Without doubt；〃 thought he； 〃she must have determined on
undertaking her journey before the invasion。 Perhaps she is
even now ignorant of what is happening。 But no； that cannot be；
the merchants discussed before her the disturbances in Siberia
and she did not seem surprised。 She did not even ask an explanation。
She must have known it then； and knowing it； is still resolute。
Poor girl！ Her motive for the journey must be urgent indeed！
But though she may be braveand she certainly is soher strength
must fail her； and； to say nothing of dangers and obstacles；
she will be unable to endure the fatigue of such a journey。
Never can she reach Irkutsk！〃
Indulging in such reflections； Michael Strogoff wandered
on as chance led him； being well acquainted with the town；
he knew that he could easily retrace his steps。
Having strolled on for about an hour； he seated himself
on a bench against the wall of a large wooden cottage；
which stood； with many others； on a vast open space。
He had scarcely been there five minutes when a hand was laid
heavily on his shoulder。
〃What are you doing here？〃 roughly demanded a tall and powerful man；
who had approached unperceived。
〃I am resting；〃 replied Michael Strogoff。
〃Do you mean to stay all night on the bench？〃
〃Yes； if I feel inclined to do so；〃 answered Michael Strogoff； in a tone
somewhat too sharp for the simple merchant he wished to personate。
〃Come forward； then； so I can see you；〃 said the man。
Michael Strogoff； remembering that； above all； prudence was requisite；
instinctively drew back。 〃It is not necessary；〃 he replied；
and calmly stepped back ten paces。
The man seemed； as Michael observed him well； to have the look
of a Bohemian； such as are met at fairs； and with whom contact；
either physical or moral； is unpleasant。 Then； as he looked
more attentively through the dusk； he perceived； near the cottage；
a large caravan； the usual traveling dwelling of the Zingaris or gypsies；
who swarm in Russia wherever a few copecks can be obtained。
As the gypsy took two or three steps forward； and was about to interrogate
Michael Strogoff more closely； the door of the cottage opened。
He could just see a woman； who spoke quickly in a language which
Michael Strogoff knew to be a mixture of Mongol and Siberian。
〃Another spy！ Let him alone； and come to supper。
The papluka is waiting for you。〃
Michael Strogoff could not help smiling at the epithet bestowed on him；
dreading spies as he did above all else。
In the same dialect； although his accent was very different；
the Bohemian replied in words which signify； 〃You are
right； Sangarre！ Besides； we start to…morrow。〃
〃To…morrow？〃 repeated the woman in surprise。
〃Yes； Sangarre；〃 replied the Bohemian； 〃to…morrow； and the Father
himself sends uswhere we are going！〃
Thereupon the man and woman entered the cottage； and carefully
closed the door。
〃Good！〃 said Michael Strogoff； to himself； 〃if these gipsies
do not wish to be understood when they speak before me；
they had better use some other language。〃
From his Siberian origin； and because he had passed his childhood in
the Steppes； Michael Strogoff； it has been said； understood almost all
the languages in usage from Tartary to the Sea of Ice。 As to the exact
signification of the words he had heard； he did not trouble his head。
For why should it interest him？
It was already late when he thought of returning to his inn to take
some repose。 He followed； as he did so； the course of the Volga；
whose waters were almost hidden under the countless number of boats
floating on its bosom。
An hour after； Michael Strogoff was sleeping soundly on one
of those Russian beds which always seem so hard to strangers；
and on the morrow； the 17th of July； he awoke at break of day。
He had still five hours to pass in Nijni…Novgorod； it seemed to him
an age。 How was he to spend the morning unless in wandering；
as he had done the evening before； through the streets？
By the time he had finished his breakfast； strapped up his bag；
had his podorojna inspected at the police office； he would have
nothing to do but start。 But he was not a man to lie in bed after
the sun had risen； so he rose； dressed himself； placed the letter
with the imperial arms on it carefully at the bottom of its usual
pocket within the lining of his coat； over which he fastened
his belt； he then closed his bag and threw it over his shoulder。
This done； he had no wish to return to the City of Constantinople；
and intending to breakfast on the bank of the Volga near the wharf；
he settled his bill and left the inn。 By way of precaution；
Michael Strogoff went first to the office of the steam…packet company；
and there made sure that the Caucasus would start at the appointed hour。
As he did so； the thought for the first time struck him that；
since the young Livonian girl was going to Perm； it was very
possible that her intention was also to embark in the Caucasus；
in which case he should accompany her。
The town above with its kremlin； whose circumference measures two versts；
and which resembles that of Moscow； was altogether abandoned。
Even the governor did not reside there。 But if the town above was
like a city of the dead； the town below； at all events； was alive。
Michael Strogoff； having crossed the Volga on a bridge of boats；
guarded by mounted Cossacks； reached the square where the evening
before he had fallen in with the gipsy camp。 This was somewhat
outside the town； where the fair of Nijni…Novgorod was held。
In a vast plain rose the temporary palace of the governor…general；
where by imperial orders that great functionary resided during
the whole of the fair； which； thanks to the people who composed it；
required an ever…watchful surveillance。
This plain was now covered with booths symmetrically