But to judge from her character..." "Another word and I'll box your ears." "What a set of people!" said Pyotr Stepanovitch, suddenly addressing himself to me.

"You see, this is how we've been ever since last Thursday.

I'm glad you're here this time, anyway, and can judge between us.

To begin with, a fact: he reproaches me for speaking like this of my mother, but didn't he egg me on to it?
In Petersburg before I left the High School, didn't he wake me twice in the night, to embrace me, and cry like a woman, and what do you suppose he talked to me about at night?
Why, the same modest anecdotes about my mother! It was from him I first heard them." "Oh, I meant that in a higher sense! Oh, you didn't understand me! You understood nothing, nothing." "But, anyway, it was meaner in you than in me, meaner, acknowledge that.
You see, it's nothing to me if you like.

I'm speaking from your point of view.