The general suddenly observed that he had met "young Stavrogin" that day, on horseback....

Every one was instantly silent.
The general munched his lips, and suddenly proclaimed, twisting in his fingers his presentation gold snuff-box.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here some years ago...

I mean when I was at Carlsbad...

H'm! I'm very much interested in that young man about whom I heard so many rumours at that time.

H'm! And, I say, is it true that he's mad?
Some one told me so then.