Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"And you?" asked Anton Petrovich.
"Makes no difference to me. I'm free right now. I can keep you company for a while." He cleared his throat and added insinuatingly, "If you allow me, of course."
"Of course, please do," mumbled Anton Petrovich. Now he's attached himself, he thought. Must find some less familiar street, or else more acquaintances will turn up. If I can only avoid meeting those two....
"Well, how is life treating you?" asked Leontiev. He belonged to the breed of people who ask how life is treating you only to give a de-1.11led account of how it is treating them.
"Oh, well, I am all right,&qu