Well ...

this is delightful ..." and then sat there gloomily looking in front of him.
I could see that he was depressed.
"Well, Andrey Vassilievitch," I said to him.

"You're depressed about something ?" "Yes," he said very gloomily indeed.

"I have many unhappy hours, Ivan Andreievitch." I did not get up and leave him as I very easily might have done.

I had had, since the night when Nikitin had spoken to me so frankly, a desire to know the little man's side of that affair.