"Why, I'dquiteforgottenabouther," saidSmerdyakov, withascornfulsmile, andturninghisfacetoIvanagain, hestaredathimwithalookoffrenziedhatred, thesamelookthathehadfixedonhimattheirlastinterview, amonthbefore.
"Youseemveryillyourself, yourfaceissunken; youdon'tlooklikeyourself," hesaidtoIvan.
"Nevermindmyhealth, tellmewhatIaskyou."
"Butwhyareyoureyessoyellow? ?" Hesmiledcontemptuouslyandsuddenlylaughedoutright.
"Listen; I'vetoldyouIwon'tgoawaywithoutananswer!" Ivancried, intenselyirritated.
"Whydoyoukeeppesteringme? Whydoyoutormentme?" saidSmerdyakov, withalookofsuffering.
"Damnit! I''llgoaway."
"I'venoanswertogiveyou," saidSmerdyakov, lookingdownagain.
"YoumaybesureI'llmakeyouanswer!"
"Whyareyousouneasy?" Smerdyakovstaredathim, notsimplywithcontempt, butalmostwithrepulsion."Isthisbecausethetrialbeginsto-morrow? Nothingwillhappentoyou; can'tyoubelievethatatlast? Gohome, gotobedandsleepinpeace, don'tbeafraidofanything."
"Idon'tunderstandyou....WhathaveItobeafraidofto-morrow?" Ivanarticulatedinastonishment, .
"Youdon'tunderstand?" hedrawledreproachfully."It'sastrangethingasensiblemanshouldcaretoplaysuchafarce!"
, incrediblysupercilioustoneofthismanwhohadoncebeenhisvalet, .
"Itellyou, you''tsayanythingaboutyou; there', howyourhandsaretrembling! Whyareyourfingersmovinglikethat? Gohome, youdidnotmurderhim." .
"IknowitwasnotI," hefaltered.
"Doyou?" Smerdyakovcaughthimupagain.
Ivanjumpedupandseizedhimbytheshoulder.
"Tellmeeverything, youviper! Tellmeeverything!" .
