No one answered; there was a full minute of silence.
“But I know one thing,” he added abruptly, “that no superstition will prevent any one of us from doing his duty.”
“Has Stavrogin gone?” asked Kirillov.
“Yes.”
“He’s done well.”
Pyotr Stepanovitch’s eyes gleamed, but he restrained himself.
“I don’t care what you think as long as every one keeps his word.”
“I’ll keep my word.”
“I always knew that you would do your duty like an independent and progressive man.”
“You are an absurd fellow.”