"I have already stated my reasons, and I will not go there," Nekhludoff said angrily.
"I have the honor to salute you," said the prosecutor, bowing, evidently desiring to rid himself of the strange visitor.
"Who was the man that just left your room?" asked one of the judges who entered the prosecutor's cabinet after Nekhludoff had left.
"Nekhludoff. You know, the one who made such strange suggestions in the Krasnopersk town council. Just imagine, he is on the jury, and among the prisoners there was a woman, or girl, who was sentenced to penal servitude, and who, he says, was deceived by him. And now he wishes to marry her."
"It is impossible!"
"That is what he told me. And how strangely excited he was!"
"There is something wrong with our young men."
"He is not so very young."
"What a bore your famous Ivasheukoff is, my dear! He wins his cases by tiring us out—there is no end to his talking."
"They must be curbed, or they become real obstructionists."