grin again, rubbed his hands, sneezed, but spoke not a word in reply.
“I see you had something to do with it.”
“Indirectly, quite indirectly! I am speaking the truth — I am indeed! I merely told a certain person that I had people in my house, and that such and such personages might be found among them.”
“I am aware that you sent your son to that house — he told me so himself just now, but what is this intrigue?” said the prince, impatiently.
“It is not my intrigue!” cried Lebedeff, waving his hand.
“It was engineered by other people, and is, properly speaking, rather a fantasy than an intrigue!”