His face was pale and wrathful, but he controlled himself.

He did not say one word, but in silence walked towards the door.
"Shatov, this won't make things better for you!" Verhovensky called after him enigmatically.
"But it will for you, since you are a spy and a scoundrel!" Shatov shouted to him from the door, and he went out.
Shouts and exclamations again.
"That's what comes of a test," cried a voice.
"It's been of use," cried another.
"Hasn't it been of use too late ?" observed a third.
"Who invited him?
Who let him in?
Who is he?
Who is Shatov?
Will he inform, or won't he ?" There was a shower of questions.
"If he were an informer he would have kept up appearances instead of cursing it all and going away," observed some one.
"See, Stavrogin is getting up too.

Stavrogin has not answered the question either," cried the girl-student.
Stavrogin did actually stand up, and at the other end of the table Kirillov rose at the same time.
"Excuse me, Mr.Stavrogin," Madame Virginsky addressed him sharply, "we all answered the question, while you are going away without a word." "I see no necessity to answer the question which interests you," muttered Stavrogin.
"But we've compromised ourselves and you won't," shouted several voices.
"What business is it of mine if you have compromised yourselves ?" laughed Stavrogin, but his eyes flashed.
"What business?
What business ?" voices exclaimed.
Many people got up from their chairs.
"Allow me, gentlemen, allow me," cried the lame man.

"Mr.Verhovensky hasn't answered the question either; he has only asked it." The remark produced a striking effect.

All looked at one another.
Stavrogin laughed aloud in the lame man's face and went out; Kirillov followed him; Verhovensky ran after them into the passage.
"What are you doing ?" he faltered, seizing Stavrogin's hand and gripping it with all his might in his.