'You heard that yourself?'
'Tatyana told me. But here's Pavel himself. Ask him.'
Pavel came in and confirmed Marianna's tale.
'There's disturbance in T——— district, that's true!' he said, shaking his beard and screwing up his flashing black eyes. 'It's Sergei Mihalovitch's work, one must suppose. It's five days now he's not been at home.'
Nezhdanov snatched up his cap.
'Where are you going?' asked Marianna.
'Where?. . . there,' he answered, scowling, and not raising his eyes; 'to T———district.'
'Then I'll go with you. You'll take me, won't you? Only let me put a big kerchief over my head.'
'It's not a woman's work,' said Nezhdanov sullenly, as before looking down as though irritated.
'No! . . . no! . . . You do right to go; or Markelov would think you a coward.. . . And I will go with you.'
'I'm not a coward,' said Nezhdanov in the same sullen voice.
'I meant to say he would take us both for cowards. I'm coming with you.'
Marianna went into her room for the kerchief, while Pavel uttered in a sort of stealthy
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