Every one will make the same answer.

There are no informers here." "What is that gentleman getting up for ?" cried the girl-student.
"That's Shatov.

What are you getting up for ?" cried the lady of the house.
Shatov did, in fact, stand up.

He was holding his cap in his hand and looking at Verhovensky.

Apparently he wanted to say something to him, but was hesitating.