— look how he is blushing!”
“I think you are partially right, but you exaggerate,” said the prince, who had certainly blushed up, of a sudden, for some reason or other.
“Ferdishenko — either tell us your story, or be quiet, and mind your own business. You exhaust all patience,” cuttingly and irritably remarked Nastasia Philipovna.
“Immediately, immediately! As for my story, gentlemen, it is too stupid and absurd to tell you.
“I assure you I am not a thief, and yet I have stolen; I cannot explain why.
It was at Semeon Ivanovitch Ishenka’s country house, one Sunday. He had a dinner party.