Let me get you another glass." Pyotr Stepanovitch actually had taken up the teapot and was looking for an empty glass.

Kirillov went to the cupboard and brought a clean glass.
"I've just had lunch at Karmazinov's," observed his visitor, "then I listened to him talking, and perspired and got into a sweat again running here.

I am fearfully thirsty." "Drink.

Cold tea is good." Kirillov sat down on his chair again and again fixed his eyes on the farthest corner.
"The idea had arisen in the society," he went on in the same voice, "that I might be of use if I killed myself, and that when you get up some bit of mischief here, and they are looking for the guilty, I might suddenly shoot myself and leave a letter saying I did it all, so that you might escape suspicion for another year." "For a few days, anyway; one day is precious." "Good.

So for that reason they asked me, if I would, to wait.