Only, I say, don't forget to bring pencil and paper with you." "What's that for ?" "Why, it makes no difference to you, and it's my special request.

You'll only have to sit still, speaking to no one, listen, and sometimes seem to make a note.

You can draw something, if you like." "What nonsense! What for ?" "Why, since it makes no difference to you! You keep saying that it's just the same to you." "No, what for ?" "Why, because that member of the society, the inspector, has stopped at Moscow and I told some of them here that possibly the inspector may turn up to-night; and they'll think that you are the inspector.

And as you've been here three weeks already, they'll be still more surprised." "Stage tricks.

You haven't got an inspector in Moscow." "Well, suppose I haven't--damn him!--what business is that of yours and what bother will it be to you?
You are a member of the society yourself." "Tell them I am the inspector; I'll sit still and hold my tongue, but I won't have the pencil and paper." "But why ?" "I don't want to." Pyotr Stepanovitch was really angry; he turned positively green, but again he controlled himself.