Why waste words through false pride?
Isn't it better to part friends?
In any case you'll have to give up the printing press and the old type and papers--that's what we must talk about." "I'll come," Shatov muttered, looking down thoughtfully.
Pyotr Stepanovitch glanced askance at him from his place.
"Will Stavrogin be there ?" Shatov asked suddenly, raising his head.
"He is certain to be." "Ha ha!" Again they were silent for a minute.

Shatov grinned disdainfully and irritably.
"And that contemptible 'Noble Personality' of yours, that I wouldn't print here.

Has it been printed ?" he asked.
"Yes." "To make the schoolboys believe that Herzen himself had written it in your album ?" "Yes, Herzen himself." Again they were silent for three minutes.

At last Shatov got up from the bed.
"Go out of my room; I don't care to sit with you." "I'm going," Pyotr Stepanovitch brought out with positive alacrity, getting up at once.

"Only one word: Kirillov is quite alone in the lodge now, isn't he, without a servant ?" "Quite alone.