“You intend to show off your intelligence, I suppose?”

“Don't disturb yourself, that would be quite out of place here.”

“Why are you clacking away like that, my good sir, eh?

Have you gone out of your wits in your office?”

“Enough, gentlemen, enough!” Zverkov cried, authoritatively.

“How stupid it is!” muttered Simonov.

“It really is stupid. We have met here, a company of friends, for a farewell dinner to a comrade and you carry on an altercation,” said Trudolyubov, rudely addressing himself to me alone. “You invited yourself to join us, so don't disturb the general harmony.”