“Come, be quiet, be quiet, no flourishes, that’s enough, that’s enough, please,” Petrusha muttered hurriedly, trying to extricate himself from his embrace.

“I’ve always sinned against you, always!”

“Well, that’s enough. We can talk of that later. I knew you’d carry on. Come, be a little more sober, please.”

“But it’s ten years since I’ve seen you.”

“The less reason for demonstrations.”

“ Mon enfant!⁠ ⁠… ”

“Come, I believe in your affection, I believe in it, take your arms away. You see, you’re disturbing other people.⁠ ⁠… Ah, here’s Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch; keep quiet, please.”