effect on Nina Alexandrovna. She paled and trembled, and looked more and more like fainting every moment.
“Very well then, a hundred thousand! a hundred thousand! paid this very day.
Ptitsin! find it for me. A good share shall stick to your fingers — come!”
“You are mad!” said Ptitsin, coming up quickly and seizing him by the hand. “You’re drunk — the police will be sent for if you don’t look out. Think where you are.”
“Yes, he’s boasting like a drunkard,” added Nastasia, as though with the sole intention of goading him.
“I do not boast! You shall have a hundred thousand,