I shall do so too." "Give me the address and I shall come to Karlsruhe to visit your tomb," said the German, laughing immoderately.
"They send corpses by rail nowadays," one of the less important young men said unexpectedly.
Lyamshin positively shrieked with delight.

Yulia Mihailovna frowned.
Nikolay Stavrogin walked in.
"Why, I was told that you were locked up ?" he said aloud, addressing Stepan Trofimovitch before every one else.
"No, it was a case of unlocking," jested Stepan Trofimovitch.
"But I hope that what's happened will have no influence on what I asked you to do," Yulia Mihailovna put in again.

"I trust that you will not let this unfortunate annoyance, of which I had no idea, lead you to disappoint our eager expectations and deprive us of the enjoyment of hearing your reading at our literary matinee." "I don't know, I...

now..." "Really, I am so unlucky, Varvara Petrovna...

and only fancy, just when I was so longing to make the personal acquaintance of one of the most remarkable and independent intellects of Russia--and here Stepan Trofimovitch suddenly talks of deserting us." "Your compliment is uttered so audibly that I ought to pretend not to hear it," Stepan Trofimovitch said neatly, "but I cannot believe that my insignificant presence is so indispensable at your fete to-morrow.
However, I..." "Why, you'll spoil him!" cried Pyotr Stepanovitch, bursting into the room.