but good! Listen! You weren't forced into that marriage, were you ?" "No, no one forced me into it." Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch smiled at Shatov's importunate haste.
"And what's that talk she keeps up about her baby ?" Shatov interposed disconnectedly, with feverish haste.
"She talks about her baby?
Bah! I didn't know.

It's the first time I've heard of it.

She never had a baby and couldn't have had: Marya Timofyevna is a virgin." "Ah! That's just what I thought! Listen!" "What's the matter with you, Shatov ?" Shatov hid his face in his hands, turned away, but suddenly clutched Stavrogin by the shoulders.
"Do you know why, do you know why, anyway," he shouted, "why you did all this, and why you are resolved on such a punishment now!" "Your question is clever and malignant, but I mean to surprise you too; I fancy I do know why I got married then, and why I am resolved on such a punishment now, as you express it." "Let's leave that...

of that later.

Put it off.