We only looked at each other.

Even Liputin forgot to snigger.
"Gentlemen, I'm very sorry"-- Stepan Trofimovitch got up resolutely from the sofa--"but I feel ill and upset.

Excuse me." "Ach, that's for us to go." Mr.Kirillov started, snatching up his cap.
"It's a good thing you told us.

I'm so forgetful." He rose, and with a good-natured air went up to Stepan Trofimovitch, holding out his hand.
"I'm sorry you're not well, and I came." "I wish you every success among us," answered Stepan Trofimovitch, shaking hands with him heartily and without haste.

"I understand that, if as you say you have lived so long abroad, cutting yourself off from people for objects of your own and forgetting Russia, you must inevitably look with wonder on us who are Russians to the backbone, and we must feel the same about you.