'Well, what then!' Ilya Petrovitch drawled with gentlemanly nonchalance; and he walked with some papers to another table, with a jaunty swing of his shoulders at each step. 'Here, if you will kindly look: an author, or a student, has been one at least, does not pay his debts, has given an I O U, won"t clear out of his room, and complaints are constantly being lodged against him, and here he has been pleased to make a protest against my smoking in his presence! He behaves like a cad himself, and just look at him, please. Here"s the gentleman, and very attractive he is!'