“Oh well, as you like!” said Muishkin. “I will think it over. You shall lose nothing!”
They were walking slowly across the garden.
“But if you … I could …” stammered Lebedeff, “if … if you please, prince, tell you something on the subject which would interest you, I am sure.” He spoke in wheedling tones, and wriggled as he walked along.
Muishkin stopped short.
“Daria Alexeyevna also has a villa at Pavlofsk.”
“Well?”
“A certain person is very friendly with her, and intends to visit her pretty often.”
“Well?”
“Aglaya Ivanovna …”
“Oh stop, Lebedeff!” interposed Muishkin, feeling as if he had been touched on an open wound. “That … that has nothing to do with me. I should like to know when you are going to start. The sooner the better as far as I am concerned, for I am at an hotel.”
They had left the garden now, and were crossing the yard on their way to the gate.
“Well, leave your hotel at once and come here; then we can all go together to Pavlofsk the day after tomorrow.”
“I will think about it,” said the prince dreamily, and went off.