refer to those vulgar tales, I beg,” said Svidriga�lov with disgust and annoyance. “If you insist on wanting to know about all that idiocy, I will tell you one day, but now...”
“I was told too about some footman of yours in the country whom you treated badly.”
“I beg you to drop the subject,” Svidriga�lov interrupted again with obvious impatience.
“Was that the footman who came to you after death to fill your pipe?... you told me about it yourself.” Raskolnikov felt more and more irritated.
Svidriga�lov looked at him attentively and Raskolnikov fancied he caught a flash of spiteful mockery in that look. But Svidriga�lov restrained himself and answered very civilly:
