"I could not expect you to know me." He threw his arms around him, and embraced him after the simple manner of Russia.

Then he held him at arm's length.
"Stepan!" said Paul.

"No, I did not know you." Stepan Lanovitch was still holding him at arm's length, examining him with the large faint blue eyes which so often go with an exaggerated philanthropy.
"Old," he muttered, "old! Ah, my poor Pavlo! I heard in Kiew--you know how we outlaws hear such things--that you were in trouble, so I came to you." Steinmetz in the background raised his patient eyebrows.
"There are two men in the world," went on the voluble Lanovitch, "who can manage the moujiks of Tver--you and I; so I came.

I will help you, Pavlo; I will stand by you.

Together we can assuredly quell this revolt." Paul nodded, and allowed himself to be embraced a second time.