stood staring, with trembling lips, not daring to believe his ears. He was stunned, as though from a blow on the head.
“What are you thinking of, my dear Nastasia?” said Daria Alexeyevna in alarm. “What are you saying?” “You are not going mad, are you?”
Nastasia Philipovna burst out laughing and jumped up from the sofa.
“You thought I should accept this good child’s invitation to ruin him, did you?” she cried. “That’s Totski’s way, not mine. He’s fond of children. Come along, Rogojin, get your money ready!
We won’t talk about marrying just at this moment, but let’s see the money at all events.