Get along; I can't stand being in the same room with you." "Well, you are a pleasant customer now!" Pyotr Stepanovitch reflected gaily as he went out into the street, "and you will be pleasant this evening too, and that just suits me; nothing better could be wished, nothing better could be wished! The Russian God Himself seems helping me." VII He had probably been very busy that day on all sorts of errands and probably with success, which was reflected in the self-satisfied expression of his face when at six o'clock that evening he turned up at Stavrogin's.

But he was not at once admitted: Stavrogin had just locked himself in the study with Mavriky Nikolaevitch.

This news instantly made Pyotr Stepanovitch anxious.

He seated himself close to the study door to wait for the visitor to go away.

He could hear conversation but could not catch the words.