General silence. Everyone’s eyes turned again to Stavrogin and Verkhovensky. ‘Verkhovensky, you have nothing to announce?’ the hostess asked directly. ‘Absolutely nothing,’ he stretched in his chair and yawned. ‘However, I would like a glass of cognac.’ ‘Stavrogin, what about you?’ ‘No thank you, I don’t drink.’ ‘I’m not talking about cognac, but whether you want to speak or not.’ ‘Speak? About what?’ ‘You’ll be brought some cognac,’ she replied to Verkhovensky.