Three days before he had handed him his manuscript _Merci_ (which he had meant to read at the literary matinee at Yulia Mihailovna's fete).

He had done this out of amiability, fully convinced that he was agreeably flattering the young man's vanity by letting him read the great work beforehand.

Pyotr Stepanovitch had noticed long before that this vainglorious, spoiled gentleman, who was so offensively unapproachable for all but the elect, this writer "with the intellect of a statesman," was simply trying to curry favour with him, even with avidity.

I believe the young man guessed at last that Karmazinov considered him, if not the leader of the whole secret revolutionary movement in Russia, at least one of those most deeply initiated into the secrets of the Russian revolution who had an incontestable influence on the younger generation.

The state of mind of "the cleverest man in Russia" interested Pyotr Stepanovitch, but hitherto he had, for certain reasons, avoided explaining himself.
The great writer was staying in the house belonging to his sister, who was the wife of a _kammerherr_ and had an estate in the neighbourhood.
Both she and her husband had the deepest reverence for their illustrious relation, but to their profound regret both of them happened to be in Moscow at the time of his visit, so that the honour of receiving him fell to the lot of an old lady, a poor relation of the _kammerherr's,_ who had for years lived in the family and looked after the housekeeping.