The intonation of the voice was different.

Verhovensky besought, implored.

He was a man from whom what was most precious was being taken or had been taken, and who was still stunned by the shock.
"But what's the matter with you ?" cried Stavrogin.

The other did not answer, but ran after him and gazed at him with the same imploring but yet inflexible expression.
"Let's make it up!" he whispered once more.

"Listen.