though there's no being sure of anything with these fools!" he cried suddenly in a fury, striking the table with his fist.

"I'm not afraid of them! I've broken with them.

That fellow's run here four times to tell me it was possible...

but"-- he looked at Stavrogin--"what do you know about it, exactly ?" "Don't be uneasy; I am not deceiving you," Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch went on, rather coldly, with the air of a man who is only fulfilling a duty.
"You question me as to what I know.

I know that you entered that society abroad, two years ago, at the time of the old organisation, just before you went to America, and I believe, just after our last conversation, about which you wrote so much to me in your letter from America.