Tell them who is the Moscow doctor.

It is your only chance." Steinmetz grunted acquiescence and walked wearily to the window.

This was only an old and futile argument of his own.
"And make it impossible for me to live another day among them," said Paul.

"Do you think St.Petersburg would countenance a prince who works among his moujiks ?" Stepan Lanovitch's pale blue eyes looked troubled.

Steinmetz shrugged his shoulders.
"They have brought it on themselves," he said.
"As much as a lamb brings the knife upon itself by growing up," replied Paul.
Lanovitch shook his white head with a tolerant little smile.