Blum came forward with a face that admitted his responsibility but showed no contrition.
_"Vous ne faites que des betises,"_ Lembke threw at him in a tone of vexation and anger, and suddenly he was transformed and completely himself again.
"Excuse me," he muttered, utterly disconcerted and turning absolutely crimson, "all this...

all this was probably a mere blunder, a misunderstanding...

nothing but a misunderstanding." "Your Excellency," observed Stepan Trofimovitch, "once when I was young I saw a characteristic incident.

In the corridor of a theatre a man ran up to another and gave him a sounding smack in the face before the whole public.

Perceiving at once that his victim was not the person whom he had intended to chastise but some one quite different who only slightly resembled him, he pronounced angrily, with the haste of one whose moments are precious--as your Excellency did just now--'I've made a mistake...