'Don't disturb yourself, don't disturb yourself,' he lisped.
We sat down. Tchertop-hanov went into the next room.
'You have been for some time in our neighbourhood,' began Nedopyuskin in
a subdued voice, coughing discreetly into his hand, and holding his
fingers before his lips from a feeling of propriety.
'I came last month.'
'Indeed.'
We were silent for a little.
'Lovely weather we are having just now,' resumed Nedopyuskin, and he
looked gratefully at me as though I were in some way responsible for the
weather: 'the corn, one may say, is doing wonderfully.'