I'll sit as though I weren't expecting anything, and I'll take up a book, and suddenly you'll come in after five years' travelling.

I want to see what it will be like." Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch ground his teeth, and muttered something to himself.
"Enough," he said, striking the table with his open hand.

"I beg you to listen to me, Marya Timofyevna.

Do me the favour to concentrate all your attention if you can.

You're not altogether mad, you know!" he broke out impatiently.