You see, you see how open I have become now! Well, do you care to listen ?" In the expression of Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch's face, which was contemptuously composed, and even ironical, in spite of his visitor's obvious desire to irritate him by the insolence of his premeditated and intentionally coarse naivetes, there was, at last, a look of rather uneasy curiosity.
"Listen," said Pyotr Stepanovitch, wriggling more than ever, "when I set off to come here, I mean here in the large sense, to this town, ten days ago, I made up my mind, of course, to assume a character.

It would have been best to have done without anything, to have kept one's own character, wouldn't it?
There is no better dodge than one's own character, because no one believes in it.

I meant, I must own, to assume the part of a fool, because it is easier to be a fool than to act one's own character; but as a fool is after all something extreme, and anything extreme excites curiosity, I ended by sticking to my own character.

And what is my own character?
The golden mean: neither wise nor foolish, rather stupid, and dropped from the moon, as sensible people say here, isn't that it ?" "Perhaps it is," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, with a faint smile.
"Ah, you agree--I'm very glad; I knew beforehand that it was your own opinion....

You needn't trouble, I am not annoyed, and I didn't describe myself in that way to get a flattering contradiction from you--no, you're not stupid, you're clever....