"Your Excellency!" was heard a loud exclamation at the other end of the table.
"What is your pleasure?" answered Ivan Ilyitch, pulled up short and trying to distinguish who had called to him.
"Nothing at all, your Excellency. I was carried away, continue! Con-ti-nue!" the voice was heard again.
Ivan Ilyitch felt upset.
"The regeneration, so to speak, of those same things."
"Your Excellency!" the voice shouted again.
"What do you want?"
"How do you do!"
This time Ivan Ilyitch could not restrain himself. He broke off his speech and turned to the assailant who had disturbed the general harmony. He was a very young lad, still at school, who had taken more than a drop too much, and was an object of great suspicion to the general. He had been shouting for a long time past, and had even b
