say about him may be true — that he’s an — we know what. And what shall you live on, if you are really so madly in love with Rogojin’s mistress, that you are ready to marry her — eh?”
“I take you as a good, honest woman, Nastasia Philipovna — not as Rogojin’s mistress.”
“Who? I? — good and honest?”
“Oh, you get those ideas out of novels, you know. Times are changed now, dear prince; the world sees things as they really are.
That’s all nonsense. Besides, how can you marry? You need a nurse, not a wife.