His expression was disdainful and even haughty.

Stavrogin bowed politely, but in spite of the fact that they were all only waiting for them, everybody, as though acting on instruction, appeared scarcely to notice them.

The lady of the house turned severely to Stavrogin as soon as he was seated.
"Stavrogin, will you have tea ?" "Please," he answered.
"Tea for Stavrogin," she commanded her sister at the samovar.

"And you, will you ?" (This was to Verhovensky.) "Of course.

What a question to ask a visitor! And give me cream too; you always give one such filthy stuff by way of tea, and with a name-day party in the house!" "What, you believe in keeping name-days too!" the girl-student laughed suddenly.