The footman who brought in the dishes wore a swallow-tail coat, noiseless boots, and gloves.
"Ha ha!" Karmazinov got up from the sofa, wiping his mouth with a table-napkin, and came forward to kiss him with an air of unmixed delight--after the characteristic fashion of Russians if they are very illustrious.

But Pyotr Stepanovitch knew by experience that, though Karmazinov made a show of kissing him, he really only proffered his cheek, and so this time he did the same: the cheeks met.

Karmazinov did not show that he noticed it, sat down on the sofa, and affably offered Pyotr Stepanovitch an easy chair facing him, in which the latter stretched himself at once.
"You don't...

wouldn't like some lunch ?" inquired Karmazinov, abandoning his usual habit but with an air, of course, which would prompt a polite refusal.

Pyotr Stepanovitch at once expressed a desire for lunch.