"Good morning, Mr. Lenz!" said Pilgrim, entering.
"The same to you, Mr. Pilgrim."
"Mr. Lenz, I have come to see you instead of going to church."
"I did not know I was considered such a saint."
"I do not come hoping for any great results from my visit, but only that I may feel I have done my duty."
"If every one did his duty it would be a fine world to live in."
"Your Lenz, as you know--"
"I have no Lenz but that one," interrupted Petrovitsch, pointing to the reflection of his carefully shaven face in the glass.
"You know that your brother's son is in great trouble."
"No; the trouble is in him. It all comes from a man's priding himself on his kind heart, and having friends who pet him till he thinks all other views than his are the whimsies of a crabbed old croaker."