"I wanted to ask you one quite irrelevant question." "For God's sake!" cried Shatov, rising impulsively from his seat.
"I beg your pardon ?" Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch looked at him inquiringly.
"Ask it, ask your question for God's sake," Shatov repeated in indescribable excitement, "but on condition that I ask you a question too.

I beseech you to allow me...

I can't...

ask your question!" Stavrogin waited a moment and then began.

"I've heard that you have some influence on Marya Timofyevna, and that she was fond of seeing you and hearing you talk.