ked of music, of which he was
a great connoisseur, and presently he found that this subject drew the
young man out of his perturbed thoughts.

By the time the meal was finished, Corsini was almost his normal self.
The animated discussions over different composers, in which each
disputant defended his opinions warmly, had driven for a time into the
background the personal events of the last few days.

"We shall never agree about Russia," remarked the Baron at the end of
this artistic conference. "Now, we have had quite a long argument and
the subject is very absorbing to both of us. Let us talk of something
a little nearer home. The Signor Corsini I sent out to Russia in the
nature of a speculation is now Count Corsini, a member of the nobility
of the Russian Empire. Have you reflected over these facts and to what
extent they are going to influence your future?"

Nello answered candidly. "For the last few days, Baron, I seem to
have been living in a world of dreams. I never sought adventure, but
through you--no, I must not forget dear old Papa Peron, he was the
origin of all this--adventure has come to me."

At the mention of Peron's name, Salmoros lifted his glass and spoke in
a voice of emotion.

"To the memory of my dear old friend and comrade, who had a heart of
gold. Ah, why did he choose to die in that miserable garret, when he
knew I was so near? What misplaced pride!"

"He had the artistic temperament, Baron, but he was never a man of the
world. He would give, but he blushed to take," was Nello's answer.
"Well, you have asked me for my ideas as to the future. Candidly, I
have not yet formulated any, except as regards in one direction. For
one thing I would prefer not to remain in Russia."

The Baron smiled his quiet and comprehending smile. "There I think I
am with you. A charming place for a brief visit, but for a prolonged
residence, certainly not."

Corsini went on. "I love England and its free ways. Here there is too
much intrigue. I propose, when certain things are settled, to return
to England. The Emperor has kindly said that if I wish it the
directorship of the Imperial Opera is mine for life. It is a fine post
and I fully appreciate the compliment. But----"

Salmoros interrupted him. "I quite understand. You would sooner play
your violin at the Floral Hall in London than conduct the Imperial
Opera in this city of St. Petersburg, honeycombed with spies,
traitors, and actual or potential assassi