Protected by the window he felt safe from Alfred.
The ever-vigilant bowler hat outside immediately turned an ear to Bronsky.
The latter's face blossomed into the smarmiest of smiles.
Just a sec or two, dear Professor," said Bronsky, raising his voice to make himself heard.
I have one question only and it concerns zoology.
May I put it to you?" "You may," Persikov replied in a laconic, ironical tone, thinking to himself: "There's something American about that rascal, you know." "What have you to say re the fowls, Professor?" shouted Bronsky, cupping his hands round his mouth.
Persikov was taken aback.
He sat on the window-sill, then got down, pressed a knob and shouted, pointing at the window: "Let that fellow on the pavement in, Pankrat!" When Bronsky walked into the room, Persikov extended his bonhomie to the point of barking "Sit down!" to him.
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