'Very good. You are a sceptic.'

'I see no necessity for using such a learned word. However----'

'Don't interrupt!' interposed Darya Mihailovna.

'At him, good dog!' Pandalevsky said to himself at the same instant,
and smiled all over.

'That word expresses my meaning,' pursued Rudin. 'You understand it;
why not make use of it? You don't believe in anything. Why do you
believe in facts?'

'Why? That's good! Facts are matters of experience, every one knows
what facts are. I judge of them by experience, by my own senses.'

'But may not your senses deceive you? Your senses tell you that the
sun goes round the earth, . . . but perhaps you don't agree with
Copernicus? You don't even believe in him?'

Again a smile passed over every one's face, and all eyes were fastened
on Rudin. 'He's by no means a fool,' every one was thinking.

'You are pleased to keep on joking,' said Pigasov. 'Of course that's
very original, but it's not to the point.'

'In what I have said hitherto,' rejoined Rudin, 'there is,
unfortunately, too little that's original. All that has been well
known a very long time, and has been said a thousand times. That is
not the pith of the matter.'