What have you come about?
I promised you something, didn't I?
Ah, bah! I remember, to meet 'our fellows.' Let us go.

I am delighted.

You couldn't have thought of anything more appropriate." He snatched up his hat and they both went at once out of the house.
"Are you laughing beforehand at the prospect of seeing 'our fellows' ?" chirped gaily Pyotr Stepanovitch, dodging round him with obsequious alacrity, at one moment trying to walk beside his companion on the narrow brick pavement and at the next running right into the mud of the road; for Stavrogin walked in the middle of the pavement without observing that he left no room for anyone else.
"I am not laughing at all," he answered loudly and gaily; "on the contrary, I am sure that you have the most serious set of people there." "'Surly dullards,' as you once deigned to express it." "Nothing is more amusing sometimes than a surly dullard." "Ah, you mean Mavriky Nikolaevitch?
I am convinced he came to give up his betrothed to you, eh?
I egged him on to do it, indirectly, would you believe it?
And if he doesn't give her up, we'll take her, anyway, won't we--eh ?" Pyotr Stepanovitch knew no doubt that he was running some risk in venturing on such sallies, but when he was excited he preferred to risk anything rather than to remain in uncertainty.

Stavrogin only laughed.
"You still reckon you'll help me ?" he asked.
"If you call me.

But you know there's one way, and the best one." "Do I know your way ?" "Oh no, that's a secret for the time.