Why do you constantly mention that?
Very few people are capable of doing what you have done, I repeat it to you, and as for wanting to go off with Rogozhin, you decided that in a fit of illness.
You're still in a fit, and it would be better if you went to bed.
You'd get yourself hired as a washerwoman tomorrow and not stay with Rogozhin.
You're proud, Nastasya Filippovna, but you may be so unhappy that you actually consider yourself guilty.
You need much good care, Nastasya Filippovna.
I will take care of you.
I saw your portrait today, and it was as if I recognized a familiar face.
It seemed to me at once as if you had already called me. I ... I shall respect you all my life, Nastasya Filippovna," the prince suddenly concluded, as if coming to his senses, blushing and realizing the sort of people before whom he had said these things.
Ptitsyn even bowed his head out of chastity and looked at the ground.
Totsky thought to himself: "He's an idiot, but he knows that flattery succeeds best: it's second nature!"
The prince also noticed Ganya's eyes flashing from the corner, as if he wanted to reduce him to ashes.
"What a kind man!" Darya Alexeevna proclaimed tenderheartedly.
"A cultivated man, but a lost one!" the general whispered in a low voice.
Totsky took his hat and prepared to get up and quietly disappear.
He and the general exchanged glances so as to leave together.
"Thank you, Prince, no one has ever spoken to me like that," said Nastasya Filippovna. "They all bargained for me, but no decent person ever asked me to marry him.
Did you hear, Afanasy Ivanych?
How do you like what the prince said?
It's almost indecent . . . Rogozhin!
Don't leave yet.
And you won't, I can see that.
Maybe I'll still go with you.
Where did you want to take me?"
"To Ekaterinhof,"45 Lebedev reported from the corner, but Rogozhin only gave a start and became all eyes, as if unable to believe himself.
He was completely stupefied, like someone who has received a terrible blow on the head.
"Oh, come now, come now, darling!
You certainly are in a fit: have you lost your mind?" the frightened Darya Alexeevna roused herself up.
"And you thought it could really be?" Nastasya Filippovna jumped up from the sofa with a loud laugh. "That I could ruin such a baby?
That's just the right thing for Afanasy Ivanych: he's the one who loves babies!
Let's go, Rogozhin!
Get your packet ready!
Never mind that you want to marry me, give me the money anyway.
Maybe I still won't marry you.
You thought, since you want to marry me, you'd get to keep the packet?
Ah, no!
I'm shameless myself!
I was Totsky's concubine . . . Prince! you need Aglaya Epanchin now, not Nastasya Filippovna—otherwise Ferdyshchenko will point the finger at you!
You're not afraid, but I'd be afraid to ruin you and have you reproach me afterwards!
And as for your declarations that I'd be doing you an honor, Totsky knows all about that.
And you, Ganechka, you've missed Aglaya Epanchin; did you know that?
If you hadn't bargained with her, she would certainly have married you!
That's how you all are: keep company with dishonorable women, or with honorable women— there's only one choice!
Otherwise you're sure to get confused . . . Hah, look at the general staring openmouthed . . ."
"It's bedlam, bedlam!" the general repeated, heaving his shoulders.
He, too, got up from the sofa; they were all on their feet again.
Nastasya Filippovna seemed to be in a frenzy.
"It can't be!" the prince groaned, wringing his hands.
"You think not?
Maybe I'm proud myself, even if I am shameless.