The Idiot Part 1 Chapter 1 Page 19

excitement, if not absolutely feverish, and was in real need of someone to talk to for the mere sake of talking, as safety-valve to his agitation.

As for his red-nosed neighbour, the latter — since the information as to the identity of Rogojin — hung over him, seemed to be living on the honey of his words and in the breath of his nostrils, catching at every syllable as though it were a pearl of great price.

“Oh, yes; I angered him — I certainly did anger him,” replied Rogojin. “But what puts me out so is my brother. Of course my mother couldn’t do anything — she’s too old — and whatever brother Senka says is law for her! But why couldn’t he let me know? He sent a telegram, they say.