answered lizabetha prokofievna, with a sort of hysterical rage. "leave me alone, will you?" she cried violently to those around her, who were trying to keep her quiet. "no, evgenie pavlovitch, if, as you said yourself just now, a lawyer said in open court that he found it quite natural that a man should murder six people because he was in misery, the world must be coming to an end. i had not heard of it before. now i understand everything. and this stutterer, won’t he turn out a murderer?" she cried, pointing to burdovsky, who was staring at her with stupefaction. "i bet he will! he will have none of your money, possibly, he will refuse it because his conscience will not allow him to accept it, but he will go murdering you by night and walking off with your cashbox, with a clear conscience! he does not call it a dishonest action but ‘the impulse of a noble despair’; ‘a negation’; or the devil knows what! bah! everything is upside down, everyone walks head downwards. a young girl, brought up at home, suddenly jumps into a cab in the middle of the street, saying: ‘good-bye, mother, i married karlitch, or ivanitch, the other day!’ and you think it quite right? you call such conduct estimable and natural? the ‘woman question’? look here," she continued, pointing to colia, "the other day that whippersnapper told me that this was the whole meaning of the ‘woman question.’ but even supposing that your mother is a fool, you are none the less, bound to treat her with humanity. why did you come here tonight so insolently?