"I didn't bind myself, I agreed, because it makes no difference to me." "Good, good. I have no intention of wounding your vanity, but..." "It's not a question of vanity." "But remember that a hundred and twenty thalers were collected for your journey, so you've taken money." "Not at all." Kirillov fired up. "The money was not on that condition. One doesn't take money for that." "People sometimes do." "That's a lie. I sent a letter from Petersburg, and in Petersburg I paid you a hundred and twenty thalers; I put it in your hand... and it has been sent off there, unless you've kept it for yourself." "All right, all right, I don't dispute anything; it has been sent off. All that matters is that you are still in the same mind." "Exactly the same. When you come and tell me it's time, I'll carry it all out. Will it be very soon?" "Not very many days.... But remember, we'll make up the letter together, the same night." "The same day if you like. You say I must take the responsibility for the manifestoes on myself?" "And something else too." "I am not going to make myself out responsible for everything." "What won't you be responsible for?" said Pyotr Stepanovitch again. "What I don't choose; that's enough. I don't want to talk about it any more." Pyotr Stepanovitch controlled himself and changed the subject. "To speak of something else," he began, "will you be with us this evening? It's Virginsky's name-day; that's the pretext for our meeting." "I don't want to." "Do me a favour. Do come. You must. We must impress them by our number and our looks. You have a face... well, in one word, you have a fateful face." "You think so?" laughed Kirillov. "Very well, I'll come, but not for the sake of my face. What time is it?" "Oh, quite early, half-past six. And, you know, you can go in, sit down, and not speak to any one, however many there may be there. Only, I say, don't forget to bring pencil and paper with you." "What's that for?" "Why, it makes no difference to you, and it's my special request. You'll only have to sit still, speaking to no one, listen, and sometimes seem to make a note. You can draw something, if you like." "What nonsense! What for?" "Why, since it makes no difference to you! You keep saying that it's just the same to you." "No, what for?" "Why, because that member of the society, the inspector, has stopped at Moscow and I told some of them here that possibly the inspector may turn up to-night; and they'll think that you are the inspector. And as you've been here three weeks already, they'll be still more surprised." "Stage tricks. You haven't got an inspector in Moscow." "Well, suppose I haven't--damn him!--what business is that of yours and what bother will it be to you? You are a member of the society yourself." "Tell them I am the inspector; I'll sit still and hold my tongue, but I won't have the pencil and paper." "But why?" "I don't want to."