you’ll answer for it! I’ll go to our Sovereign, to our Sovereign, to our gracious Tsar himself, and throw myself at his feet, today, this minute! I am alone in the world! They would let me in! Do you think they wouldn’t? You’re wrong, I will get in! I will get in! You reckoned on her meekness! You relied upon that! But I am not so submissive, let me tell you! You’ve gone too far yourself. Search her, search her!”
And Katerina Ivanovna in a frenzy shook Luzhin and dragged him towards Sonia.
“I am ready, I’ll be responsible … but calm yourself, madam, calm yourself. I see that you are not so submissive! … Well, well, but as to that …” Luzhin muttered, “that ought to be before the police … though indeed there are witnesses enough as it is. … I am ready. … But in any case it’s difficult for a man … on account of her sex. … But with the help of Amalia Ivanovna … though, of course, it’s not the way to do things. … How is it to be done?”
“As you will! Let anyone who likes search her!” cried Katerina Ivanovna. “Sonia, turn out your pockets! See! Look, monster, the pocket is empty, here was her handkerchief! Here is the other pocket, look! D’you see, d’you see?”
And Katerina Ivanovna turned—or rather snatched—both pockets inside out. But from the right pocket a piece of paper flew out and describing a parabola in the air fell at Luzhin’s feet. Everyone saw it, several cried out. Pyotr Petrovitch stooped down, picked up the paper in two fingers, lifted it where all could see it and opened it. It was a hundred-rouble note folded in eight. Pyotr Petrovitch held up the note showing it to everyone.
“Thief! Out of my lodging. Police, police!” yelled Amalia Ivanovna. “They must to Siberia be sent! Away!”