Afterthelapseofafewdays，Icalledatthehousewhichhehadindicated。Itwassituatedinadarkandnarrowstreet，intheheartoftheCity，atnogreatdistancefromtheBank。Ienteredacounting-room，inwhichasolitaryclerk，withaforeignlook，waswriting。Thestrangerwasnotathome；returningthenextday，however，Imethimatthedoorashewasabouttoenter；heshookmewarmlybythehand。’Iamgladtoseeyou，’saidhe，’followme，Iwasjustthinkingofyou。’Heledmethroughthecounting-
room，toanapartmentupaflightofstairs；beforeascending，however，helookedintothebookinwhichtheforeign-visagedclerkwaswriting，and，seeminglynotsatisfiedwiththemannerinwhichhewasexecutinghistask，hegavehimtwoorthreecuffs，tellinghimatthesametimethathedeservedcrucifixion。
Theapartmentabovestairs，towhichheledme，waslarge，withthreewindows，whichopeneduponthestreet。Thewallswerehungwithwiredcases，apparentlycontainingbooks。Therewasatableandtwoorthreechairs；buttheprincipalarticleoffurniturewasalongsofa，extendingfromthedoorbywhichweenteredtothefartherendoftheapartment。Seatinghimselfuponthesofa，mynewacquaintancemotionedtometositbesidehim，andthen，lookingmefullintheface，repeatedhisformerinquiry。’Inthenameofallthatiswonderful，howcameyoutoknowaughtofmylanguage？’
’Thereisnothingwonderfulinthat，’saidI；’weareatthecommencementofaphilologicalage，everyonestudieslanguages；
thatis，everyonewhoisfitfornothingelse；philologybeingthelastresourceofdulnessandennui，Ihavegotalittleinadvanceofthethrong，bymasteringtheArmenianalphabet；butIforeseethetimewheneveryunmarriageablemiss，anddesperateblockhead，willlikewisehaveacquiredthelettersofMesroub，andwillknowthetermforbread，inArmenian，andperhapsthatforwine。’