"Stepan!" "Yes.

Come in and close the door." He laid aside his pen, extended his hand, and, rising, kissed Karl Steinmetz on both cheeks after the manner of Russians.
"Yes, my dear Karl.

It seems that the good God has still a little work for Stepan Lanovitch to do.

I got away quite easily, in the usual way, through a paid Evasion Agency.

I have been forwarded from pillar to post like a prize fowl, and reached Petersburg last night.