CHAPTER VII
"WHERE is Georgi?" asked Freder, his eyes wandering through Josaphat's three rooms, which stretched out before him—beautiful, with a rather bewildering super-abundance of armchairs, divans and silk cushions, with curtains which goldenly obscured the light.
"Who?" asked Josaphat, listlessly. He had waited, had not slept and his eyes stood excessively large in his thin, almost white face. His gaze, which he did not take from Freder, was like hands which are raised adoringly.
"Georgi," repeated Freder. He smiled happily with his tired mouth.
"Who is that?" asked Josaphat.
"I sent him to you."
"Nobody has come."
Freder looked at him without answering.
"I sat all night in this chair," continued Josaphat, misinterpreting Freder's silence. "I did not sleep a wink. I expected y
