“Yes, of course!” answered the young man, in an especially polite tone. “We will now just… deal with this on our own, isn’t that right, Arslan?”
Arslan was perplexed and stayed silent, but Valentina Yermolayevna, demonstrating complete obedience and also, apparently, having no part in what was happening, quickly retreated, leaving the fate of her student wholly in the hands of the guest.
It was the first time Arslan had seen the faculty administrator so bewildered, almost helpless, and the first time that she had looked at him with such deep fear in her faintly reddish, slightly bulging eyes, and his heart immediately sank. When he heard the solemn order, “Follow me and bring your things with you,” he went back to the auditorium and under the crossfire of his course mates’ eyes, clumsily
