"What I say. Why should you?"
"To have a clear conscience."
"What's the good of that?"
"Oh—oh!" said Terenti, slowly and reproachfully, "How can you say that?"
"I do say it, though," said Ilya obstinately and firmly, turning his back.
"That is wicked!"
"Tcha! Wicked!"
"Punishment will follow."
"No!"
At this he turned away from the window and looked Terenti in the face. The hunchback, in his turn looked searchingly at his nephew's strong face, moving his lips, he tried to find a word in reply, and at last he said, emphatically: