"Sit down.

You're muddy, but that's nothing; I'll mop up the floor later." Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch sat down and emptied the cup he handed him almost at a gulp.
"Some more ?" asked Kirillov.
"No, thank you." Kirillov, who had not sat down till then, seated himself facing him, and inquired: "Why have you come ?" "On business.

Here, read this letter from Gaganov; do you remember, I talked to you about him in Petersburg." Kirillov took the letter, read it, laid it on the table and looked at him expectantly.
"As you know, I met this Gaganov for the first time in my life a month ago, in Petersburg," Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch began to explain.

"We came across each other two or three times in company with other people.
Without making my acquaintance and without addressing me, he managed to be very insolent to me.

I told you so at the time; but now for something you don't know.