If anyone wants to say anything more relevant to the subject, or has some statement to make, let him bring it forward without loss of time." There was a general silence.

The eyes of all were turned again on Verhovensky and Stavrogin.
"Verhovensky, have you no statement to make ?" Madame Virginsky asked him directly.
"Nothing whatever," he answered, yawning and stretching on his chair.
"But I should like a glass of brandy." "Stavrogin, don't you want to ?" "Thank you, I don't drink." "I mean don't you want to speak, not don't you want brandy." "To speak, what about?
No, I don't want to." "They'll bring you some brandy," she answered Verhovensky.
The girl-student got up.

She had darted up several times already.
"I have come to make a statement about the sufferings of poor students and the means of rousing them to protest." But she broke off.

At the other end of the table a rival had risen, and all eyes turned to him.

Shigalov, the man with the long ears, slowly rose from his seat with a gloomy and sullen air and mournfully laid on the table a thick notebook filled with extremely small handwriting.
He remained standing in silence.