You're laughing?
Eh?
What ?" "Nothing," Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch laughed at last.

"I just remembered that I really did call you stupid, but you weren't there then, so they must have repeated it....

I would ask you to make haste and come to the point." "Why, but I am at the point! I am talking about Sunday," babbled Pyotr Stepanovitch.

"Why, what was I on Sunday?
What would you call it?
Just fussy, mediocre stupidity, and in the stupidest way I took possession of the conversation by force.

But they forgave me everything, first because I dropped from the moon, that seems to be settled here, now, by every one; and, secondly, because I told them a pretty little story, and got you all out of a scrape, didn't they, didn't they ?" "That is, you told your story so as to leave them in doubt and suggest some compact and collusion between us, when there was no collusion and I'd not asked you to do anything." "Just so, just so!" Pyotr Stepanovitch caught him up, apparently delighted.