"And I don't know myself yet.Perhaps you'll want to trample me under foot after my examination to-morrow.""You will give your evidence honourably," said Alyosha; "that's all that's wanted.""Women are often dishonourable," she snarled."Only an hour ago I was thinking I felt afraid to touch that monster...as though he were a reptile...but no, he is still a human being to me! But did he do it? Is he the murderer?" she cried, all of a sudden, hysterically, turning quickly to Ivan.Alyosha saw at once that she had asked Ivan that question before, perhaps only a moment before he came in, and not for the first time, but for the hundredth, and that they had ended by quarrelling.
"I've been to see Smerdyakov....It was you, you who persuaded me that he murdered his father.It's only you I believed" she continued, still addressing Ivan.He gave her a sort of strained smile.Alyosha started at her tone.He had not suspected such familiar intimacy between them.
"Well, that's enough, anyway," Ivan cut short the conversation."Iam going.I'll come to-morrow." And turning at once, he walked out of the room and went straight downstairs.
With an imperious gesture, Katerina Ivanovna seized Alyosha by both hands.
"Follow him! Overtake him! Don't leave him alone for a minute!"she said, in a hurried whisper."He's mad! Don't you know that he's mad? He is in a fever, nervous fever.The doctor told me so.Go, run after him...."Alyosha jumped up and ran after Ivan, who was not fifty paces ahead of him.
"What do you want?" He turned quickly on Alyosha, seeing that he was running after him."She told you to catch me up, because I'm mad.I know it all by heart," he added irritably.
"She is mistaken, of course; but she is right that you are ill,"said Alyosha."I was looking at your face just now.You look very ill, Ivan."Ivan walked on without stopping.Alyosha followed him.
"And do you know, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how people do go out of their minds?" Ivan asked in a a voice suddenly quiet, without a trace of irritation, with a note of the ******st curiosity.
"No, I don't.I suppose there are all kinds of insanity.""And can one observe that one's going mad oneself?""I imagine one can't see oneself clearly in such circumstances,"Alyosha answered with surprise.
Ivan paused for half a minute.
"If you want to talk to me, please change the subject," he said suddenly.
"Oh, while I think of it, I have a letter for you," said Alyosha timidly, and he took Lise's note from his pocket and held it out to Ivan.They were just under a lamp-post.Ivan recognised the handwriting at once.
"Ah, from that little demon!" he laughed maliciously, and, without opening the envelope, he tore it into bits and threw it in the air.
The bits were scattered by the wind.
"She's not sixteen yet, I believe, and already offering herself," he said contemptuously, striding along the street again.
"How do you mean, offering herself?" exclaimed Alyosha.
"As wanton women offer themselves, to be sure.""How can you, Ivan, how can you?" Alyosha cried warmly, in a grieved voice."She is a child; you are insulting a child! She is ill;she is very ill, too.She is on the verge of insanity, too, perhaps....I had hoped to hear something from you...that would save her.""You'll hear nothing from me.If she is a child, I am not her nurse.Be quiet, Alexey.Don't go on about her.I am not even thinking about it."They were silent again for a moment.
"She will be praying all night now to the Mother of God to show her how to act to-morrow at the trial," he said sharply and angrily again.
"You...you mean Katerina Ivanovna?"
"Yes.Whether she's to save Mitya or ruin him.She'll pray for light from above.She can't make up her mind for herself, you see.She has not had time to decide yet.She takes me for her nurse, too.She wants me to sing lullabies to her.""Katerina Ivanovna loves you, brother," said Alyosha sadly.
"Perhaps; but I am not very keen on her.""She is suffering.Why do you...sometimes say things to her that give her hope?" Alyosha went on, with timid reproach."I know that you've given her hope.Forgive me for speaking to you like this,"he added.
"I can't behave to her as I ought- break off altogether and tell her so straight out," said Ivan, irritably."I must wait till sentence is passed on the murderer.If I break off with her now, she will avenge herself on me by ruining that scoundrel to-morrow at the trial, for she hates him and knows she hates him.It's all a lie- lie upon lie! As long as I don't break off with her, she goes on hoping, and she won't ruin that monster, knowing how I want to get him out of trouble.If only that damned verdict would come!"The words "murderer" and "monster" echoed painfully in Alyosha's heart.
"But how can she ruin Mitya?" he asked, pondering on Ivan's words.
"What evidence can she give that would ruin Mitya?""You don't know that yet.She's got a document in her hands, in Mitya's own writing, that proves conclusively that he did murder Fyodor Pavlovitch.""That's impossible!" cried Alyosha.
"Why is it impossible? I've read it myself.""There can't be such a document!" Alyosha repeated warmly.
"There can't be, because he's not the murderer.It's not he murdered father, not he!"Ivan suddenly stopped.
"Who is the murderer then, according to you?" he asked, with apparent coldness.There was even a supercilious note in his voice.
"You know who," Alyosha pronounced in a low, penetrating voice.
"Who? You mean the myth about that crazy idiot, the epileptic, Smerdyakov?"Alyosha suddenly felt himself trembling all over.
"You know who," broke helplessly from him.He could scarcely breathe.
"Who? Who?" Ivan cried almost fiercely.All his restraint suddenly vanished.
"I only know one thing," Alyosha went on, still almost in a whisper, "it wasn't you killed father.""'Not you'! What do you mean by 'not you'?" Ivan was thunderstruck.
"It was not you killed father, not you! Alyosha repeated firmly.
The silence lasted for half a minute.
