'Because,' says he, 'my papa lost you at cards at the English club, and I,' says he, 'find that inhumanity unjust.' You might have the kindness to give me three roubles, sir, for a glass to warm myself." "So you've been spying on me.

I don't like that.

By whose orders ?" "As to orders, it's nothing of the sort; it's simply that I knew of your benevolence, which is known to all the world.

All we get, as you know, is an armful of hay, or a prod with a fork.

Last Friday I filled myself as full of pie as Martin did of soap; since then I didn't eat one day, and the day after I fasted, and on the third I'd nothing again.