"Stay, I really have mixed it up. Perhaps it was you. Why dispute about trifles? What does it matter to him who it is gives him a beating?" She laughed. "Come along!" Shatov pulled me. "The gate's creaking, he'll find us and beat her." And before we had time to run out on to the stairs we heard a drunken shout and a shower of oaths at the gate. Shatov let me into his room and locked the door. "You'll have to stay a minute if you don't want a scene. He's squealing like a little pig, he must have stumbled over the gate again. He falls flat every time." We didn't get off without a scene, however. VI Shatov stood at the closed door of his room and listened; suddenly he sprang back. "He's coming here, I knew he would," he whispered furiously. "Now there'll be no getting rid of him till midnight." Several violent thumps of a fist on the door followed. "Shatov, Shatov, open!" yelled the captain. "Shatov, friend! 'I have come, to thee to tell thee That the sun doth r-r-rise apace, That the forest glows and tr-r-rembles In... the fire of...his...embrace. Tell thee I have waked, God damn thee, Wakened under the birch-twigs....' ("As it might be under the birch-rods, ha ha!") 'Every little bird...is...thirsty, Says I'm going to...have a drink, But I don't...know what to drink....' "Damn his stupid curiosity! Shatov, do you understand how good it is to be alive!" "Don't answer!" Shatov whispered to me again. "Open the door! Do you understand that there's something higher than brawling... in mankind; there are moments of an hon-hon-honourable man.... Shatov, I'm good; I'll forgive you.... Shatov, damn the manifestoes, eh?" Silence. "Do you understand, you ass, that I'm in love, that I've bought a dress-coat, look, the garb of love, fifteen roubles; a captain's love calls for the niceties of style.... Open the door!" he roared savagely all of a sudden, and he began furiously banging with his fists again. "Go to hell!" Shatov roared suddenly. "S-s-slave! Bond-slave, and your sister's a slave, a bondswoman... a th... th... ief!" "And you sold your sister." "That's a lie! I put up with the libel though. I could with one word... do you understand what she is?" "What?" Shatov at once drew near the door inquisitively. "But will you understand?" "Yes, I shall understand, tell me what?" "I'm not afraid to say! I'm never afraid to say anything in public!..." "You not afraid? A likely story," said Shatov, taunting him, and nodding to me to listen. "Me afraid?" "Yes, I think you are." "Me afraid?" "Well then, tell away if you're not afraid of your master's whip.... You're a coward, though you are a captain!" "I... I... she's... she's..." faltered Lebyadkin in a voice shaking with excitement. "Well?" Shatov put his ear to the door. A silence followed, lasting at least half a minute.