So that's all right.

And now may I ask you to control your beautiful sentiments, and sit down with the other gentlemen at this table.

For the first time this morning something intelligent is going to be said." Syme, with the perturbed promptitude he had shown since the original summons, sat down first.

Gogol sat down last, grumbling in his brown beard about gombromise.

No one except Syme seemed to have any notion of the blow that was about to fall.