she cried, addressing the prince, "you go so far as to beg their pardon! he says, ‘forgive me for offering you a fortune.’ and you, you mountebank, what are you laughing at?" she cried, turning suddenly on lebedeff’s nephew. "‘we refuse ten thousand roubles; we do not beseech, we demand!’ as if he did not know that this idiot will call on them tomorrow to renew his offers of money and friendship. you will, won’t you? you will? come, will you, or won’t you?"