"How did you dare to touch other people's pockets!" shouted Varvara. "Are you looking for money?"
"I don't touch other people's pockets," answered Klavdia angrily, "I took the coat down to brush it. It was covered with mud."
"But why did you put your hand in the pocket?"
"It fell out of the pocket by itself," said Klavdia, defending herself.
"You're lying, Diushka," said Peredonov.
"I'm not a 'diushka'—what sneerers you are!" shouted Klavdia. "The devil take you. I'll pay for those raisins and you can choke on them—you've gorged on them yourself and now I must pay for them. Yes, I'll pay for them—you've no conscience, you've no shame, and yet you call yourself gentry!"
Klavdia went into the kitchen crying and abusing them.
Peredonov suddenly began to laugh and said:
"She's very touchy, isn't she?"
"Yes, let her pay for them," said Varvara. "If you let them, they'll eat anything, these ravenous devils."