us just how you moved your arm, and in what direction?”
“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?” asked Mitya, looking haughtily at the speaker; but the latter did not flinch.
Mitya turned abruptly, sat astride on his chair, and swung his arm.
“This was how I struck him! That’s how I knocked him down! What more do you want?”
“Thank you. May I trouble you now to explain why you jumped down, with what object, and what you had in view?”
“Oh, hang it! … I jumped down to look at the man I’d hurt … I don’t know what for!”
“Though you were so excited and were running away?”
“Yes, though I was excited and running away.”
“You wanted to help him?”
“Help! … Yes, perhaps I did want to help him. … I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember? Then you didn’t quite know