He used to turn up invariably at Stepan Trofimovitch's evenings, and borrowed newspapers and books from him.
There was another young man who always came, one Virginsky, a clerk in the service here, who had something in common with Shatov, though on the surface he seemed his complete opposite in every respect.

He was a "family man" too.

He was a pathetic and very quiet young man though he was thirty; he had considerable education though he was chiefly self-taught.

He was poor, married, and in the service, and supported the aunt and sister of his wife.

His wife and all the ladies of his family professed the very latest convictions, but in rather a crude form.
It was a case of "an idea dragged forth into the street," as Stepan Trofimovitch had expressed it upon a former occasion.