My Ideal Person
Katia drank off her glass of wine, as women do, without putting it down, in twenty gulps, took the note and kissed Svidrigailov%27s hand, which he allowed quite seriously%2E She went out of the room and the boy trailed after her with the organ%2E Both had been brought in from the street%2E Svidrigailov had not been a week in Petersburg, but everything about him was already, so to speak, on a patriarchal footing%3B the waiter, Philip, was by now an old friend and very obsequious%2E