"Well?"
"Petrusha——" the hunchback smiled sadly and stopped.
"Well—what?"
"He has robbed me!" Terenti explained in a slow, conscience-stricken voice, and smiled again in a melancholy way.
"Serves you right!"
"He's done me fairly!"
"How much did you steal altogether?" asked Ilya quietly. His uncle pushed his chair back from the table, and with his hands on his knees began to twist his fingers.
"Say, ten thousand?" asked Lunev again.
The hunchback turned his head quickly, and said in a long-drawn tone of astonishment.
"T—e—n?"