He spoke, as it were, without caution, and he did not reflect on his words.

Stavrogin watched him, wondering.
"I've no reason to send Marya Timofyevna away." "Perhaps you don't even want to," Pyotr Stepanovitch smiled ironically.
"Perhaps I don't." "In short, will there be the money or not ?" he cried with angry impatience, and as it were peremptorily, to Stavrogin.

The latter scrutinised him gravely.

"There won't be the money." "Look here, Stavrogin! You know something, or have done something already! You are going it!" His face worked, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly laughed an unprovoked and irrelevant laugh.
"But you've had money from your father for the estate," Stavrogin observed calmly.

"Maman sent you six or eight thousand for Stepan Trofimovitch.