"Come, ''venoheart, anyofyou—that'swhatitis? What'sadayortwotoyou? Whereareyougoingnow—toVenice? , butwhatuseisAlyoshainathinglikethat? 'tseethat? Youknownothingabouttimber, butyou', watchhisbeard—ifhisbeardshakesyouknowheisinearnest."

"YouforcemetogotothatdamnedTchermashnyayourself, then?" criedIvan, withamalignantsmile.

FyodorPavlovitchdidnotcatch, orwouldnotcatch, themalignancy, buthecaughtthesmile.

"Thenyou'llgo, you'llgo? I'llscribblethenoteforyouatonce."

"Idon''tknow.I'lldecideontheway."

"Nonsense! , decide! Ifyousettlethematter, writemealine; giveittothepriestandhe''."

, , , heusuallybecameexpansive, , forinstance, , andseemed, infact, ."Hemustbeboredwithme," , , butIvanmadehastetoholdouthishand, , andinstantlypulledhimselfup.

"Well, goodlucktoyou, goodlucktoyou!" herepeatedfromthesteps."You'llcomeagainsometimeorother? , Christbewithyou!"

Ivangotintothecarriage.

"Good-by, Ivan! Don'tbetoohardonme!" thefathercalledforthelasttime.

Thewholehouseholdcameouttotakeleave—Smerdyakov, , Smerdyakovjumpeduptoarrangetherug.

"Yousee...IamgoingtoTchermashnya," , asthedaybefore, thewordsseemedtodropofthemselves, andhelaughed, too, apeculiar, .

"It'satruesayingthen, that 'it'salwaysworthwhilespeakingtoacleverman,' " answeredSmerdyakovfirmly, lookingsignificantlyatIvan.