Mr.Kirillov lighted a candle and took out of his trunk, which stood not yet unpacked in a corner, an envelope, sealing-wax, and a glass seal.
"Seal your note and address the envelope." I would have objected that this was unnecessary, but he insisted.

When I had addressed the envelope I took my cap.
"I was thinking you'd have tea," he said.

"I have bought tea.

Will you ?" I could not refuse.

The old woman soon brought in the tea, that is, a very large tea-pot of boiling water, a little tea-pot full of strong tea, two large earthenware cups, coarsely decorated, a fancy loaf, and a whole deep saucer of lump sugar.
"I love tea at night," said he.