You are going to speak, of course ?" "What's put that idea into your head ?" "Now you are bound to speak." Stavrogin positively stood still in the middle of the street in surprise, not far from a street lamp.

Pyotr Stepanovitch faced his scrutiny calmly and defiantly.

Stavrogin cursed and went on.
"And are you going to speak ?" he suddenly asked Pyotr Stepanovitch.
"No, I am going to listen to you." "Damn you, you really are giving me an idea!" "What idea ?" Pyotr Stepanovitch asked quickly.
"Perhaps I will speak there, but afterwards I will give you a hiding--and a sound one too, you know." "By the way, I told Karmazinov this morning that you said he ought to be thrashed, and not simply as a form but to hurt, as they flog peasants." "But I never said such a thing; ha ha!" "No matter.

_Se non e vero..._" "Well, thanks.

I am truly obliged." "And another thing.