'On the Way' or 'Away!' or 'At the Parting of the Ways'-- something of the sort; I don't remember.

It's a long time since I read it, five years ago.

I've no time." A silence followed.
"When I came I assured every one that you were a very intelligent man, and now I believe every one here is wild over you." "Thank you," Pyotr Stepanovitch answered calmly.
Lunch was brought in.

Pyotr Stepanovitch pounced on the cutlet with extraordinary appetite, had eaten it in a trice, tossed off the wine and swallowed his coffee.
"This boor," thought Karmazinov, looking at him askance as he munched the last morsel and drained the last drops--"this boor probably understood the biting taunt in my words...

and no doubt he has read the manuscript with eagerness; he is simply lying with some object.