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“And all that could be wished, indeed, in every respect,” Razumihin went
on, not at all embarrassed by his silence.

“Ah, the sly dog!” Nastasya shrieked again. This conversation afforded
her unspeakable delight.

“It’s a pity, brother, that you did not set to work in the right way
at first. You ought to have approached her differently. She is, so
to speak, a most unaccountable character. But we will talk about her
character later.... How could you let things come to such a pass that
she gave up sending you your dinner? And that I O U? You must have been
mad to sign an I O U. And that promise of marriage when her daughter,
Natalya Yegorovna, was alive?... I know all about it! But I see that’s
a delicate matter and I am an ass; forgive me. But, talking of
foolishness, do you know Praskovya Pavlovna is not nearly so foolish as
you would think at first sight?”

“No,” mumbled Raskolnikov, looking away, but feeling that it was better
to keep up the conversation.

“She isn’t, is she?” cried Razumihin, delighted to get an answer out
of him. “But she is not very clever either, eh? She is essentially,
essentially an unaccountable character! I am sometimes quite at a loss,
I assure you.... She must be forty; she says she is thirty-six, and
of course she has every right to say so. But I swear I judge her
intellectually, simply from the metaphysical point of view; there is a
sort of symbolism sprung up between us, a sort of algebra or what not!
I don’t understand it! Well, that’s all nonsense. Only, seeing that you
are not a student now and have lost your lessons and your clothes, and
that through the young lady’s death she has no need to treat you as
a relation, she suddenly took fright; and as you hid in your den and
dropped all your old relations with her, she planned to get rid of you.
And she’s been cherishing that design a long time, but was sorry to lose
the I O U, for you assured her yourself that your mother would pay.”

“It was base of me to say that.... My mother herself is almost
a beggar... and I told a lie to keep my lodging... and be fed,”
Raskolnikov said loudly and distinctly.

“Yes, you did very sensibly. But the worst of it is that at that point
Mr. Tchebarov turns up, a business man. Pashenka would never have
thought of doing anything on her own account, she is too retiring; but
the business man is by no means retiring, and first thing he puts the
question, ‘Is there any hope of realising the I O U?’ Answer: there is,
because he has a mother who would save her Rodya with her hundred and
twenty-five roubles pension, if she has to starve herself; and a sister,
too, who would go into bondage for his sake. That’s what he was building
upon.... Why do you start? I know all the ins and outs of your affairs
now, my dear boy--it’s not for nothing that you were so open with
Pashenka when you were her prospective son-in-law, and I say all this as
a friend.... But I tell you what it is; an honest and sensitive man is
open; and a business man ‘listens and goes on eating’ you up. Well,
then she gave the I O U by way of payment to this Tchebarov, and without
hesitation he made a formal demand for payment. When I heard of all this
I wanted to blow him up, too, to clear my conscience, but by that time
harmony reigned between me and Pashenka, and I insisted on stopping
the whole affair, engaging that you would pay. I went security for you,
brother. Do you understand? We called Tchebarov, flung him ten
roubles and got the I O U back from him, and here I have the honour of
presenting it to you. She trusts your word now. Here, take it, you see I
have torn it.”

Razumihin put the note on the table. Raskolnikov looked at him and
turned to the wall without uttering a word. Even Razumihin felt a
twinge.

“I see, brother,” he said a moment later, “that I have been playing the
fool again. I thought I should amuse you with my chatter, and I believe
I have only made you cross.”

“Was it you I did not recognise when I was delirious?” Raskolnikov
asked, after a moment’s pause without turning his head.

“Yes, and you flew into a rage about it, especially when I brought
Zametov one day.”

“Zametov? The head clerk? What for?” Raskolnikov turned round quickly
and fixed his eyes on Razumihin.

“What’s the matter with you?... What are you upset about? He wanted to
make your acquaintance because I talked to him a lot about you.... How
could I have found out so much except from him? He is a capital
fellow, brother, first-rate... in his own way, of course. Now we are
friends--see each other almost every day. I have moved into this part,
you know. I have only just moved. I’ve been with him to Luise Ivanovna
once or twice.... Do you remember Luise, Luise Ivanovna?

“Did I say anything in delirium?”

“I should think so! You were beside yourself.”

“What did I rave about?”

“What next? What did you rave about? What people do rave about.... Well,
brother, now I must not lose time. To work.” He got up from the table
and took up his cap.

“What did I rave about?”

“How he keeps on! Are you afraid of having let out some secret? Don’t

“And all that could be wished, indeed, in every respect,” Razumihin went

on, not at all embarrassed by his silence.

“Ah, the sly dog!” Nastasya shrieked again. This conversation afforded

her unspeakable delight.

“It’s a pity, brother, that you did not set to work in the right way

at first. You ought to have approached her differently. She is, so

to speak, a most unaccountable character. But we will talk about her

character later.... How could you let things come to such a pass that

she gave up sending you your dinner? And that I O U? You must have been

mad to sign an I O U. And that promise of marriage when her daughter,

Natalya Yegorovna, was alive?... I know all about it! But I see that’s

a delicate matter and I am an ass; forgive me. But, talking of

foolishness, do you know Praskovya Pavlovna is not nearly so foolish as

you would think at first sight?”

“No,” mumbled Raskolnikov, looking away, but feeling that it was better

to keep up the conversation.

“She isn’t, is she?” cried Razumihin, delighted to get an answer out

of him. “But she is not very clever either, eh? She is essentially,

essentially an unaccountable character! I am sometimes quite at a loss,

I assure you.... She must be forty; she says she is thirty-six, and

of course she has every right to say so. But I swear I judge her

intellectually, simply from the metaphysical point of view; there is a

sort of symbolism sprung up between us, a sort of algebra or what not!

I don’t understand it! Well, that’s all nonsense. Only, seeing that you

are not a student now and have lost your lessons and your clothes, and

that through the young lady’s death she has no need to treat you as

a relation, she suddenly took fright; and as you hid in your den and

dropped all your old relations with her, she planned to get rid of you.

And she’s been cherishing that design a long time, but was sorry to lose

the I O U, for you assured her yourself that your mother would pay.”

“It was base of me to say that.... My mother herself is almost

a beggar... and I told a lie to keep my lodging... and be fed,”

Raskolnikov said loudly and distinctly.

“Yes, you did very sensibly. But the worst of it is that at that point

Mr. Tchebarov turns up, a business man. Pashenka would never have

thought of doing anything on her own account, she is too retiring; but

the business man is by no means retiring, and first thing he puts the

question, ‘Is there any hope of realising the I O U?’ Answer: there is,

because he has a mother who would save her Rodya with her hundred and

twenty-five roubles pension, if she has to starve herself; and a sister,

too, who would go into bondage for his sake. That’s what he was building

upon.... Why do you start? I know all the ins and outs of your affairs

now, my dear boy--it’s not for nothing that you were so open with

Pashenka when you were her prospective son-in-law, and I say all this as

a friend.... But I tell you what it is; an honest and sensitive man is

open; and a business man ‘listens and goes on eating’ you up. Well,

then she gave the I O U by way of payment to this Tchebarov, and without

hesitation he made a formal demand for payment. When I heard of all this

I wanted to blow him up, too, to clear my conscience, but by that time

harmony reigned between me and Pashenka, and I insisted on stopping

the whole affair, engaging that you would pay. I went security for you,

brother. Do you understand? We called Tchebarov, flung him ten

roubles and got the I O U back from him, and here I have the honour of

presenting it to you. She trusts your word now. Here, take it, you see I

have torn it.”

Razumihin put the note on the table. Raskolnikov looked at him and

turned to the wall without uttering a word. Even Razumihin felt a

twinge.

“I see, brother,” he said a moment later, “that I have been playing the

fool again. I thought I should amuse you with my chatter, and I believe

I have only made you cross.”

“Was it you I did not recognise when I was delirious?” Raskolnikov

asked, after a moment’s pause without turning his head.

“Yes, and you flew into a rage about it, especially when I brought

Zametov one day.”

“Zametov? The head clerk? What for?” Raskolnikov turned round quickly

and fixed his eyes on Razumihin.

“What’s the matter with you?... What are you upset about? He wanted to

make your acquaintance because I talked to him a lot about you.... How

could I have found out so much except from him? He is a capital

fellow, brother, first-rate... in his own way, of course. Now we are

friends--see each other almost every day. I have moved into this part,

you know. I have only just moved. I’ve been with him to Luise Ivanovna

once or twice.... Do you remember Luise, Luise Ivanovna?

“Did I say anything in delirium?”

“I should think so! You were beside yourself.”

“What did I rave about?”

“What next? What did you rave about? What people do rave about.... Well,

brother, now I must not lose time. To work.” He got up from the table

and took up his cap.

“What did I rave about?”

“How he keeps on! Are you afraid of having let out some secret? Don’t