It won't hinder the cause (you see, I don't say 'our,' you don't like the word 'our') and I ...

well, I...

am at your service, as you know." "You think so ?" "I think nothing--nothing," Pyotr Stepanovitch hurriedly declared, laughing, "because I know you consider what you're about beforehand for yourself, and everything with you has been thought out.

I only mean that I am seriously at your service, always and everywhere, and in every sort of circumstance, every sort really, do you understand that ?" Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch yawned.
"I've bored you," Pyotr Stepanovitch cried, jumping up suddenly, and snatching his perfectly new round hat as though he were going away.

He remained and went on talking, however, though he stood up, sometimes pacing about the room and tapping himself on the knee with his hat at exciting parts of the conversation.
"I meant to amuse you with stories of the Lembkes, too," he cried gaily.
"Afterwards, perhaps, not now.