"I worked! Oh, how I worked!"
"Yes, you worked at outwitting others!"
"People like you and the nobility—what does it matter? Many of them have, thanks to me, learnt to extend the hand in Christ's name."
"Ah! then you did not assassinate, you only robbed?" interrupted the captain.
Petounnikoff turns a sickly green and thinks it is time to change the conversation.
"You are not an over polite host; you remain sitting while your visitor stands."
"Well, he can sit down."
"There is nothing to sit on."
"There is the ground. The ground never rejects any filth!"
"You prove that rule, but I had better leave you, you blackguard!" says Petounnikoff coolly, though his eyes dart cold venom at the captain.