Heideck accepted with thanks, and now began a fairly good booze, in which the Russian set the example. He was, however, evidently not so proof against the effects of the tasty and strong drink as was the German. With each minute he became more loquacious, and soon began to address his new friend as “Dear old chap,” and to narrate all manner of more or less compromising stories. He also, induced by several adroit questions on the part of Heideck, began to prate of his family affairs. He mocked at an old aunt of his, who was wont to cover her hair with roses the better to conceal bald spots, and added that this aunt was a great favourite at the Court of the Tsar, on account of her incomparable gossiping stories. It apparently never occurred to him that such intimate family relations were a rather strange subject for conversation in a commercial traveller. In the course of his conversation he mentioned that not long before he had been in China. “We are too slow, dear chap, much too slow,” he declared; “with fifty thousand men we could take all that we want, and we ought to have attacked those Japanese long since.” “Tell me, then,” said Heideck, with apparent indifference, “how strong really is the army of the Governor-General of Turkestan?” The Russian looked up, but it was not because he was thinking what answer to give; for, after having tossed off a glass of soda-water, he replied-- “If you want to live well, my dear fellow, you must go to Manchuria. Salmon, I tell you--ah! and they cost next to nothing--and pretty girls in abundance! You can buy furs, too, for next to nothing at all. What costs in St. Petersburg ten thousand rubles, you can get in China, up there in the north, for a hundred.” “Then of course you have brought some beautiful furs with you?” “Furs in India? they would be eaten by the ants in a second. For my own personal use, I have certainly brought one with me, which in St. Petersburg would be worth, at the least, five thousand rubles. I shall have use enough for it later on, in the mountains. You can smell it a mile away, it has been pickled so well.” Again there was a short pause, and then after gazing intently at his vis-a-vis, Heideck suddenly said-- “You are an officer?” Without being able to collect himself the Russian stared into his face. “Let us be candid with each other,” he rejoined, after long reflection. “You are also a soldier, sir?” “I need not deny it in reply to a comrade. My name is Captain Hermann Heideck of the Prussian General Staff.” The Russian rose and made a correct bow. “And my name is Prince Fedor Andreievitch Tchajawadse, Captain in the Preobraschensky regiment of the Guards.” They then once more touched glasses: “To ourselves as good comrades” rang their mutual toast. “Comrade, I will tell you something,” said the Russian. “General Ivanov is on the march towards the Indian frontier. The Tsar has given up his theosophy; he intends to declare war upon England.”