8. CHAPTER VIII.
"I DID not expect you, gentlemen," began the prince. I have been
ill until to-day. A month ago," he continued, addressing himself
to Antip Burdovsky, "I put your business into Gavrila
Ardalionovitch Ivolgin's hands, as I told you then. I do not in
the least object to having a personal interview ... but you
will agree with me that this is hardly the time ... I propose
that we go into another room, if you will not keep me long... As
you see, I have friends here, and believe me ..."
"Friends as many as you please, but allow me," interrupted the
harsh voice of Lebedeff's nephew--" allow me to tell you that you
might have treated us rather more politely, and not have kept us
waiting at least two hours ...
"No doubt ... and I ... is that acting like a prince? And you ...
you may be a general! But I ... I am not your valet! And I ...
I..." stammered Antip Burdovsky.
He was extremely excited; his lips trembled, and the resentment
of an embittered soul was in his voice. But he spoke so
indistinctly that hardly a dozen words could be gathered.
"It was a princely action!" sneered Hippolyte.
"If anyone had treated me so," grumbled the boxer.
"I mean to say that if I had been in Burdovsky's place...I..."
"Gentlemen, I did not know you were there; I have only just been
informed, I assure you," repeated Muishkin.
"We are not afraid of your friends, prince," remarked Lebedeff's
nephew, "for we are within our rights."
The shrill tones of Hippolyte interrupted him. "What right have
you ... by what right do you demand us to submit this matter,
about Burdovsky ... to the judgment of your friends? We know only
too well what the judgment of your friends will be! ..."
This beginning gave promise of a stormy discussion. The prince
was much discouraged, but at last he managed to make himself
heard amid the vociferations of his excited visitors.