"I've only just got him in hand--and in one morning he has been searched, arrested, taken by the collar by a policeman, and here ladies are cooing to him in the governor's drawing-room.

Every bone in his body is aching with rapture; in his wildest dreams he had never hoped for such good fortune.

Now he'll begin informing against the Socialists after this!" "Impossible, Pyotr Stepanovitch! Socialism is too grand an idea to be unrecognised by Stepan Trofimovitch." Yulia Mihailovna took up the gauntlet with energy.
"It's a great idea but its exponents are not always great men, _et brisons-la, mon cher,_" Stepan Trofimovitch ended, addressing his son and rising gracefully from his seat.
But at this point an utterly unexpected circumstance occurred.

Von Lembke had been in the room for some time but seemed unnoticed by anyone, though every one had seen him come in.

In accordance with her former plan, Yulia Mihailovna went on ignoring him.