What's more I did not even yet understand exactly what I had to arrange; an interview, but what sort of an interview?
And how could I bring them together?
My only hope was Shatov, though I could be sure that he wouldn't help me in any way.

But all the same, I hurried to him.
IV I did not find him at home till past seven o'clock that evening.

To my surprise he had visitors with him--Alexey Nilitch, and another gentleman I hardly knew, one Shigalov, the brother of Virginsky's wife.
This gentleman must, I think, have been staying about two months in the town; I don't know where he came from.

I had only heard that he had written some sort of article in a progressive Petersburg magazine.
Virginsky had introduced me casually to him in the street.

I had never in my life seen in a man's face so much despondency, gloom, and moroseness.