You know, though." He laughed.
"I don't know everything.

I only heard from my mother that you've been...

very active." "Oh, well, I've said nothing definite," Pyotr Stepanovitch flared up at once, as though defending himself from an awful attack.

"I simply trotted out Shatov's wife; you know, that is, the rumours of your liaison in Paris, which accounted, of course, for what happened on Sunday.

You're not angry ?" "I'm sure you've done your best." "Oh, that's just what I was afraid of.