The servant poured out the tea and took it by mistake to the dandy with the pince-nez.
"The long one, the long one!" Semyon Yakovlevitch corrected him.
Mavriky Nikolaevitch took the glass, made a military half-bow, and began drinking it.

I don't know why, but all our party burst into peals of laughter.
"Mavriky Nikolaevitch," cried Liza, addressing him suddenly.

"That kneeling gentleman has gone away.

You kneel down in his place." Mavriky Nikolaevitch looked at her in amazement.
"I beg you to.

You'll do me the greatest favour.