Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 10 against me at the trial, whatever evidence you give, I’ll face
it; I am not afraid of you. I’ll confirm it all myself! But you
must confess, too! You must, you must; we’ll go together.
That’s how it shall be!’
Ivan said this solemnly and resolutely and from his flash-
ing eyes alone it could be seen that it would be so.
‘You are ill, I see; you are quite ill. Your eyes are yellow,’
Smerdyakov commented, without the least irony, with ap-
parent sympathy in fact.
‘We’ll go together,’ Ivan repeated. ‘And if you won’t go,
no matter, I’ll go alone.’
Smerdyakov paused as though pondering.
‘There’ll be nothing of the sort, and you won’t go,’ he con-
cluded at last positively.
‘You don’t understand me,’ Ivan exclaimed reproachful-
ly.
‘You’ll be too much ashamed, if you confess it all. And,
what’s more, it will be no use at all, for I shall say straight
out that I never said anything of the sort to you, and that
you are either ill (and it looks like it, too), or that you’re so
sorry for your brother that you are sacrificing yourself to
save him and have invented it all against me, for you’ve al-
ways thought no more of me than if I’d been a fly. And who
will believe you, and what single proof have you got?’
‘Listen, you showed me those notes just now to convince
me.’
Smerdyakov lifted the book off the notes and laid it on
one side.
‘Take that money away with you,’ Smerdyakov sighed.