“Why are you knocking and what do you want?” Shatov heard at the window at last Virginsky's gentle voice, betraying none of the resentment appropriate to the “outrage.” The shutter was pushed back a little and the casement was opened. “Who's there, what scoundrel is it?” shrilled a female voice which betrayed all the resentment appropriate to the “outrage.” It was the old maid, Virginsky's relation.
