atchful but ignored spectator of his scene with Miss Haldin. He
was in due course discharged from the hospital, and his "relative"--so I
was told--had carried him off somewhere.

My information was completed nearly two years later. The opportunity,
certainly, was not of my seeking; it was quite accidentally that I met a
much-trusted woman revolutionist at the house of a distinguished Russian
gentleman of liberal convictions, who came to live in Geneva for a time.

He was a quite different sort of celebrity from Peter Ivanovitch--a
dark-haired man with kind eyes, high-shouldered, courteous, and with
something hushed and circumspect in his manner. He approached
me, choosing the moment when there was no one near, followed by a
grey-haired, alert lady in a crimson blouse.

"Our Sophia Antonovna wishes to be made known to you," he addressed me,
in his guarded voice. "And so I leave you two to have a talk together."

"I would never have intruded myself upon your notice," the grey-haired
lady began at once, "if I had not been charged with a message for you."

It was a message of a few friendly words from Natalia Haldin. Sophia
Antonovna had just returned from a secret excursion into Russia, and
had seen Miss Haldin. She lived in a town "in the centre," sharing her
compassionate labours between the horrors of overcrowded jails, and the
heartrending misery of bereaved homes. She did not spare herself in good
service, Sophia Antonovna assured me.

"She has a faithful soul, an undaunted spirit and an indefatigable
body," the woman revolutionist summed it all up, with a touch of
enthusiasm.

A conversation thus engaged was not likely to drop from want of interest
on my side. We went to sit apart in a corner where no one interrupted
us. In the course of our talk about Miss Haldin, Sophia Antonovna
remarked suddenly--

"I suppose you remember seeing me before? That evening when Natalia came
to ask Peter Ivanovitch for the address of a certain Razumov, that young
man who..."

"I remember perfectly," I said. When Sophia Antonovna learned that I had
in my possession that young man's journal given me by Miss Haldin she
became intensely interested. She did not conceal her curiosity to see
the document.

I offered to show it to her, and she at once volunteered to call on me
next day for that purpose.

She turned over the pages greedily for an hour or more, and then handed
me the book with a faint sigh. While moving about Russi