Do you want to join too simonov observed with no

"Do you want to join, too?" Simonov observed, with no appearance of pleasure, seeming to avoid
looking at me. He knew me through and through.
It infuriated me that he knew me so thoroughly.
"Why not? I am an old schoolfellow of his, too, I believe, and I must own I feel hurt that you have left
me out," I said, boiling over again.
"And where were we to find you?" Ferfitchkin put in roughly.
"You never were on good terms with Zverkov," Trudolyubov added, frowning.
But I had already clutched at the idea and would not give it up.
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"It seems to me that no one has a right to form an opinion upon that," I retorted in a shaking voice, as
though something tremendous had happened. "Perhaps that is just my reason for wishing it now, that I
have not always been on good terms with him."
"Oh, there's no making you out ... with these refinements," Trudolyubov jeered.
"We'll put your name down," Simonov decided, addressing me. "Tomorrow at five-o'clock at the Hotel
de Paris."
"What about the money?" Ferfitchkin began in an undertone, indicating me to Simonov, but he broke
off, for even Simonov was embarrassed.
"That will do," said Trudolyubov, getting up. "If he wants to come so much, let him."
"But it's a private thing, between us friends," Ferfitchkin said crossly, as he, too, picked up his hat. "It's
not an official gathering."
"We do not want at all, perhaps ..."
They went away. Ferfitchkin did not greet me in any way as he went out, Trudolyubov barely nodded.
Simonov, with whom I was left TETE-A-TETE, was in a state of vexation and perplexity, and looked
at me queerly. He did not sit down and did not ask me to.
"H'm ... yes ... tomorrow, then. Will you pay your subscription now? I just ask so as to know," he
muttered in embarrassment.
I flushed crimson, as I did so I remembered that I had owed Simonov fifteen roubles for ages—which I
had, indeed, never forgotten, though I had not paid it.
"You will understand, Simonov, that I could have no idea when I came here .... I am very much vexed
that I have forgotten .... "
"All right, all right, that doesn't matter. You can pay tomorrow after the dinner. I simply wanted to
know .... Please don't ..."
He broke off and began pacing the room still more vexed. As he walked he began to stamp with his
heels.
"Am I keeping you?" I asked, after two minutes of silence.
"Oh!" he said, starting, "that is—to be truthful—yes. I have to go and see someone ... not far from
here," he added in an apologetic voice, somewhat abashed.
"My goodness, why didn't you say so?" I cried, seizing my cap, with an astonishingly free-and-easy air,
which was the last thing I should have expected of myself.