Come, be polite, say you'll think it a pleasure." "A pleasure to be crippled ?" said Mavriky Nikolaevitch, frowning gravely.
"But then you'll lead me about, only you and no one else." "Even then it'll be you leading me about, Lizaveta Nikolaevna," murmured Mavriky Nikolaevitch, even more gravely.
"Why, he's trying to make a joke!" cried Liza, almost in dismay.
"Mavriky Nikolaevitch, don't you ever dare take to that! But what an egoist you are! I am certain that, to your credit, you're slandering yourself.

It will be quite the contrary; from morning till night you'll assure me that I have become more charming for having lost my leg.
There's one insurmountable difficulty--you're so fearfully tall, and when I've lost my leg I shall be so very tiny..

How will you be able to take me on your arm; we shall look a strange couple!" And she laughed hysterically.

Her jests and insinuations were feeble, but she was not capable of considering the effect she was producing.
"Hysterics!" Pyotr Stepanovitch whispered to me.

"A glass of water, make haste!" He was right.