Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"I have to go in here," said Anton Petrovich. "Yes, this hotel. A business appointment."
Leontiev took off his torn glove and gave him a soft hand-ihake. "Know what? I think I'll wait a while for you. Won't be long, will you?"
"Quite long, I'm afraid," said Anton Petrovich.
"Pity. You see, I wanted to talk something over with you, and ask your advice. Well, no matter. I'll wait around for a while, just in case. Maybe you'll get through early."
Anton Petrovich went into the hotel. He had no cho