official, so there.'

'I don't doubt that----' Shubin was beginning.

'What I say is,' continued the stranger, putting him aside with his
powerful arm, like a twig out of the path--'why didn't you sing again
when we shouted _bis_? And I'll go away directly, this minute, only I
tell you what I want, this fraulein, not that madam, no, not her, but
this one or that one (he pointed to Elena and Zoya) must give me _einen
Kuss_, as we say in German, a kiss, in fact; eh? That's not much to
ask.'

'_Einen Kuss_, that's not much,' came again from the ranks of his
companions, '_Ih! der Stakramenter!_' cried one tipsy German, bursting
with laughter.

Zoya clutched at Insarov's arm, but he broke away from her, and stood
directly facing the insolent giant.

'You will please to move off,' he said in a voice not loud but sharp.

The German gave a heavy laugh, 'Move off? Well, I like that. Can't I
walk where I please? Move off? Why should I move off?'

'Because you have dared to annoy a lady,' said Insarov, and suddenly
he turned white, 'because you're drunk.'

'Eh? me drunk? Hear what he says. _Horen Sie das, Herr Provisor_?
I'm an officer, and he dares . . . Now I demand _satisfaction_. _Einen
Kuss will ich_.'