a little headache..." He was disconcerted; the sudden appearance of such a visitor positively alarmed him.
"You mustn't be ill for the job I've come about," Pyotr Stepanovitch began quickly and, as it were, peremptorily.

"Allow me to sit down." (He sat down.) "And you sit down again on your bedstead; that's right.

There will be a party of our fellows at Virginsky's to-night on the pretext of his birthday; it will have no political character, however--we've seen to that.

I am coming with Nikolay Stavrogin.

I would not, of course, have dragged you there, knowing your way of thinking at present...
simply to save your being worried, not because we think you would betray us.