“No, I have not forgotten; it would be ridiculous if I did not remember,” Stavrogin on his part insisted rather too hotly. “Perhaps you have merely heard about me and formed some idea, and thus made the mistake that you had seen me.” Tikhon remained silent. Nikolai Vsevolodovich now noticed that a nervous shudder sometimes passed over his face, a symptom of chronic nervous exhaustion. “I see only that you are not well to-day,” he said. “I think it would be better if I went.” He even began to rise from his seat. “Yes, to-day and yesterday I have had violent pains in my legs and I slept little during the night....” Tikhon stopped. His visitor suddenly fell into a vague reverie. The silence lasted long, about two minutes. “You were watching me?” he suddenly asked with anxiety and suspicion. “I looked at you, and was reminded of the expression on your mother’s face. Externally unlike, there is much inner, spiritual resemblance.” “There is no resemblance at all, certainly no spiritual—absolutely none!” Nikolai Vsevolodovich grew again uneasy for no reason and too persistent without knowing why. “You say this just ... out of pity for my state,”[8] he said without thinking. “Ah! does my mother come and see you?” Footnote 8: There is struck out “and rubbish.” “She does.” “I didn’t know. She never told me. Does she come often?” “Nearly every month, sometimes oftener.” “I never, never heard of that. I did not know.” He seemed terribly alarmed by that fact. “And she, of course, told you that I am mad,” he broke out again. “No, not exactly that you are mad—though, I’ve heard that notion too, but from others.” “You must have a very good memory, if you can remember such trifles. And did you hear about the slap in the face?” “I heard something about that.” “You mean everything. You must have a great deal of time on your hands. And about the duel too?”[9] Footnote 9: After “And about the duel” there followed originally: “You did hear a great deal here.” “And about the duel.” “You don’t need newspapers here. Shatov warned you against me?” “No, I know Mr. Shatov, though; but I haven’t seen him for a long time.” “Hm.... What’s that map you have got there? Ah, the map of the last war! What do you want with it?” “I wanted to refer to it in reading this book. It’s a most interesting description.” “Let me see. Yes, the account is not bad.[10] Yet what strange reading for you.” Footnote 10: Originally “This is not a bad account.” He drew the book towards him and gave it a cursory glance. It was a full and able account of the circumstances of the last war, not so much from the military point of view, however, as from the purely literary. Having turned the book over, he suddenly put it down impatiently. “I positively do not know why I came here,” he said with aversion, looking straight into Tikhon’s eyes, as though he expected him to reply. “You, too, are not feeling well!” “No, not altogether.”[11] Footnote 11: