I mean in case there should be spies," she explained to Verhovensky.

"Let them hear from the street that we have music and a name-day party." "Hang it all!" Lyamshin swore, and sitting down to the piano, began strumming a valse, banging on the keys almost with his fists, at random.
"I propose that those who want it to be a meeting should put up their right hands," Madame Virginsky proposed.
Some put them up, others did not.

Some held them up and then put them down again and then held them up again.

"Foo! I don't understand it at all," one officer shouted.

"I don't either," cried the other.
"Oh, I understand," cried a third.