“Oh dear, I understand, forgive me, I was struck all of a heap.… But I understand, I understand … is Arina Prohorovna really coming? You said just now that she had gone? You know, that’s not true. You see, you see, you see what lies you tell at every step.”
“By now, she must be with my wife … don’t keep me … it’s not my fault you are a fool.”
“That’s a lie, I am not a fool. Excuse me, I really can’t …”
And utterly distraught he began shutting the casement again for the third time, but Shatov gave such a yell that he put his head out again.
“But this is simply an unprovoked assault! What do you want of me, what is it, what is it, formulate it? And think, only think, it’s the middle of the night!”
“I want fifteen roubles, you sheep’s-head!”
“But perhaps I don’t care to take back the revolver. You have no right to force me. You bought the thing and the matter is settled, and you’ve no right.… I can’t give you a sum like that in the night, anyhow. Where am I to get a sum like that?”
“You always have money. I’ve taken ten roubles off the price, but every one knows you are a skinflint.”
“Come the day after to-morrow, do you hear, the day after to-morrow at twelve o’clock, and I’ll give you the whole of it, that will do, won’t it?”
Shatov knocked furiously at the window-frame for the third time.