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“No, I didn’t. I forgot,” the latter replied, with no sign of regret, and without even apologising to me he went off to order the hors d’oeuvre.

“So you’ve been here a whole hour? Oh, poor fellow! ” Zverkov cried ironically, for to his notions this was bound to be extremely funny. That rascal Ferfitchkin followed with his nasty little snigger like a puppy yapping. My position struck him, too, as exquisitely ludicrous and embarrassing.

“It isn’t funny at all! ” I cried to Ferfitchkin, more and more irritated.”It wasn’t my fault, but other people’s. They neglected to let me know. It was… it was… it was simply absurd.”

“It’s not only absurd, but something else as well,” muttered Trudolyubov, naively taking my part.”You are not hard enough upon it. It was simply rudeness–unintentional, of course. And how could Simonov… h’m! “

“If a trick like that had been played on me,” observed Ferfitchkin, “I should…”

“But you should have ordered something for yourself,” Zverkov interrupted, “or simply asked for dinner without waiting for us.”

“You will allow that I might have done that without your permission,” I rapped out.”If I waited, it was…”

“Let us sit down, gentlemen,” cried Simonov, coming in.”Everything is ready; I can answer for the champagne; it is capitally frozen…. You see, I did not know your address, where was I to look for you? ” he suddenly turned to me, but again he seemed to avoid looking at me. Evidently he had something against me. It must have been what happened yesterday.

All sat down; I did the same. It was a round table. Trudolyubov was on my left, Simonov on my right, Zverkov was sitting opposite, Ferfitchkin next to him, between him and Trudolyubov.

“Tell me, are you… in a government office? ” Zverkov went on attending to me. Seeing that I was embarrassed he seriously thought that he ought to be friendly to me, and, so to speak, cheer me up.

“Does he want me to throw a bottle at his head? ” I thought, in a fury. In my novel surroundings I was unnaturally ready to be irritated.

“In the N–- office,” I answered jerkily, with my eyes on my plate.

“And ha-ave you a go-od berth? I say, what ma-a-de you leave your original job? “

“What ma-a-de me was that I wanted to leave my original job,” I drawled more than he, hardly able to control myself. Ferfitchkin went off into a guffaw. Simonov looked at me ironically. Trudolyubov left off eating and began looking at me with curiosity.

Zverkov winced, but he tried not to notice it.

“And the remuneration? “

“What remuneration? “

“I mean, your sa-a-lary? “

“Why are you cross-examining me? “However, I told him at once what my salary was. I turned horribly red.

“It is not very handsome,” Zverkov observed majestically

“Yes, you can’t afford to dine at cafes on that,” Ferfitchkin added insolently

“To my thinking it’s very poor,” Trudolyubov observed gravely.

“And how thin you have grown! How you have changed! ” added Zverkov, with a shade of venom in his voice, scanning me and my attire with a sort of insolent compassion.

“Oh, spare his blushes,” cried Ferfitchkin, sniggering.

“My dear sir, allow me to tell you I am not blushing,” I broke out at last; “do you hear? I am dining here, at this cafe, at my own expense, not at other people’s–note that, Mr. Ferfitchkin.”

“Wha-at? Isn’t every one here dining at his own expense? You would seem to be …” Ferfitchkin flew out at me, turning as red as a lobster, and looking me in the face with fury.

“Tha-at,” I answered, feeling I had gone too far, “and I imagine it would be better to talk of something more intelligent.”

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

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