But it was possible, too, that the tramp had not been altogether lying, and had tried to force his services upon him on his own initiative, without Pyotr Stepanovitch's knowledge, and that would be more curious still.
II The house which Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch had reached stood alone in a deserted lane between fences, beyond which market gardens stretched, at the very end of the town.

It was a very solitary little wooden house, which was only just built and not yet weather-boarded.

In one of the little windows the shutters were not yet closed, and there was a candle standing on the window-ledge, evidently as a signal to the late guest who was expected that night.

Thirty paces away Stavrogin made out on the doorstep the figure of a tall man, evidently the master of the house, who had come out to stare impatiently up the road.

He heard his voice, too, impatient and, as it were, timid.
"Is that you?
You ?" "Yes," responded Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, but not till he had mounted the steps and was folding up his umbrella.
"At last, sir." Captain Lebyadkin, for it was he, ran fussily to and fro.