Don't be cross another time; I came in to you because I had a couple of words to say to you, but you are so unaccountable..." Andrey Antonovitch meantime took his novel and locked it up in an oak bookcase, seizing the opportunity to wink to Blum to disappear.

The latter withdrew with a long, mournful face.
"I am not unaccountable, I am simply...

nothing but annoyances," he muttered, frowning but without anger, and sitting down to the table.
"Sit down and say what you have to say.

It's a long time since I've seen you, Pyotr Stepanovitch, only don't burst upon me in the future with such manners...

sometimes, when one has business, it's..." "My manners are always the same...." "I know, and I believe that you mean nothing by it, but sometimes one is worried....