“Do you think I am afraid of you now?”
“If the court doesn’t believe all I’ve said to you just now, the public will, and you will be ashamed.”
“That’s as much as to say, ‘It’s always worth while speaking to a sensible man,’ eh?” snarled Ivan.
“You hit the mark, indeed. And you’d better be sensible.”
Ivan got up, shaking all over with indignation, put on his coat, and without replying further to Smerdyakov, without even looking at him, walked quickly out of the cottage. The cool evening air refreshed him. There was a bright moon in the sky. A nightmare of ideas and sensations filled his soul. “Shall I go at once and give information against Smerdyakov? But what information can I give? He is not guilty, anyway. On the contrary, he’ll accuse me. And in fact, why did I set off for Tchermashnya then? What for? What for?” Ivan asked himself. “Yes, of course, I was expecting something and he is right. …” And he remembered for the hundredth time how, on the last night in his father’s house, he had listened