Book 3, Chapter 8: Over The Brandy

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌⁠The controversy was over. But, strange to say, Fyodor Pavlovitch, who had been so gay, suddenly began frowning. He frowned and gulped brandy, and it was already a glass too much.

“Get along with you, Jesuits!” he cried to the servants. “Go away, Smerdyakov. I’ll send you the gold piece I promised you to-day, but be off! Don’t cry, Grigory. Go to Marfa. She’ll comfort you and put you to bed. The ras