"Where have you dined?"
"Why, it's about that I want to tell you."
"Tell away, then."
"But first let me go."
"Not a bit of it, I won't let you go till you tell me!"
"Arkasha! Arkasha! But do you understand, I can't—it is utterly impossible!" cried Vasya, helplessly wriggling out of his friend's powerful clutches, "you know there are subjects!"
"How—subjects?"...
"Why, subjects that you can't talk about in such a position without losing your dignity; it's utterly impossible; it would make it ridiculous, and this is not a ridiculous matter, it is important."
"Here, he's going in for being important! That's a new idea! You tell me so as to make me laugh, that's how you must tell me; I don't want anything important; or else you are no true friend of mine. Do you call yourself a friend? Eh?"
"Arkasha, I really can't!"