Mitya frowned as though in pain. Yes, indeed … he was rushing there … with such feelings … while they were asleep … she was asleep, perhaps, there too. … An angry feeling surged up in his heart.
“Drive on, Andrey! Whip them up! Look alive!” he cried, beside himself.
“But maybe they’re not in bed!” Andrey went on after a pause. “Timofey said they were a lot of them there—”
“At the station?”
“Not at the posting-station, but at Plastunov’s, at the inn, where they let out horses, too.”
“I know. So you say there are a lot of them? How’s that? Who are they?” cried Mitya, greatly dismayed at this unexpected news.
“Well, Timofey was saying they’re all gentlefolk. Two