later." He sat down.
"What I have come about is nothing of that kind," began Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, scrutinising him with curiosity.

"Owing to certain circumstances I was forced this very day to choose such an hour to come and tell you that they may murder you." Shatov looked wildly at him.
"I know that I may be in some danger," he said in measured tones, "but how can you have come to know of it ?" "Because I belong to them as you do, and am a member of their society, just as you are." "You...

you are a member of the society ?" "I see from your eyes that you were prepared for anything from me rather than that," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, with a faint smile.

"But, excuse me, you knew then that there would be an attempt on your life ?" "Nothing of the sort.

And I don't think so now, in spite of your words, though...