to wake himself up if he were asleep, he looked first at one and then at the other. It was all real. Stepan Arkadyevitch felt that his head was getting worse and worse.
“ Que la personne qui est arrivée la dernière, celle qui demande, qu’elle sorte! Qu’elle sorte! ” articulated the Frenchman, without opening his eyes.
“ Vous m’excuserez, mais vous voyez. … Revenez vers dix heures, encore mieux demain. ”
“ Qu’elle sorte! ” repeated the Frenchman impatiently.
“ C’est moi, n’est-ce pas? ” And receiving an answer in the affirmative, Stepan Arkadyevitch, forgetting the favor he had meant to ask of Lidia Ivanovna, and forgetting his sister’s affairs, caring for nothing, but filled with the sole desire to get away as soon as possible, went out on tiptoe and ran out into the street as though from a plague-stricken house. For a long while he chatted and joked with his cabdriver, trying to recover his spirits.