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〃They'll get on all right！〃 Razumihin answered reluctantly。
〃Why is he so set against this Luzhin？ A man with money and she
doesn't seem to dislike him。。。 and they haven't a farthing I
suppose？ eh？〃
〃But what business is it of yours？〃 Razumihin cried with
annoyance。 〃How can I tell whether they've a farthing？ Ask them
yourself and perhaps you'll find out。。。。〃
〃Foo； what an ass you are sometimes！ Last night's wine has not
gone off yet。。。。 Good…bye； thank your Praskovya Pavlovna from me for
my night's lodging。 She locked herself in； made no reply to my bonjour
through the door； she was up at seven o'clock； the samovar was taken
in to her from the kitchen。 I was not vouchsafed a personal
interview。。。。〃
At nine o'clock precisely Razumihin reached the lodgings at
Bakaleyev's house。 Both ladies were waiting for him with nervous
impatience。 They had risen at seven o'clock or earlier。 He entered
looking as black as night； bowed awkwardly and was at once furious
with himself for it。 He had reckoned without his host： Pulcheria
Alexandrovna fairly rushed at him； seized him by both hands and was
almost kissing them。 He glanced timidly at Avdotya Romanovna； but
her proud countenance wore at that moment an expression of such
gratitude and friendliness； such complete and unlooked…for respect （in
place of the sneering looks and ill…disguised contempt he had
expected）； that it threw him into greater confusion than if he had
been met with abuse。 Fortunately there was a subject for conversation；
and he made haste to snatch at it。
Hearing that everything was going well and that Rodya had not yet
waked； Pulcheria Alexandrovna declared that she was glad to hear it；
because 〃she had something which it was very； very necessary to talk
over beforehand。〃 Then followed an inquiry about breakfast and an
invitation to have it with them； they had waited to have it with
him。 Avdotya Romanovna rang the bell： it was answered by a ragged
dirty waiter； and they asked him to bring tea which was served at
last； but in such a dirty and disorderly way； that the ladies were
ashamed。 Razumihin vigorously attacked the lodgings； but；
remembering Luzhin； stopped in embarrassment and was greatly
relieved by Pulcheria Alexandrovna's questions； which showered in a
continual stream upon him。
He talked for three quarters of an hour； being constantly
interrupted by their questions； and succeeded in describing to them
all the most important facts he knew of the last year of Raskolnikov's
life； concluding with a circumstantial account of his illness。 He
omitted； however； many things； which were better omitted； including
the scene at the police station with all its consequences。 They
listened eagerly to his story； and； when he thought he had finished
and satisfied his listeners； he found that they considered he had
hardly begun。
〃Tell me； tell me！ What do you think。。。？ Excuse me； I still don't
know your name！〃 Pulcheria Alexandrovna put in hastily。
〃Dmitri Prokofitch。〃
〃I should like very； very much to know； Dmitri Prokofitch。。。 how
he looks。。。 on things in general now； that is； how can I explain； what
are his likes and dislikes？ Is he always so irritable？ Tell me； if you
can； what are his hopes and so to say his dreams？ Under what
influences is he now？ In a word； I should like。。。〃
〃Ah； mother； how can he answer all that at once？〃 observed Dounia。
〃Good heavens； I had not expected to find him in the least like
this； Dmitri Prokofitch！〃
〃Naturally；〃 answered Razumihin。 〃I have no mother； but my uncle
comes every year and almost every time he can scarcely recognise me；
even in appearance； though he is a clever man； and your three years'
separation means a great deal。 What am I to tell you？ I have known
Rodion for a year and a half； he is morose； gloomy； proud and haughty；
and of late… and perhaps for a long time before… he has been
suspicious and fanciful。 He has a noble nature and a kind heart。 He
does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing
than open his heart freely。 Sometimes； though； he is not at all
morbid； but simply cold and inhumanly callous； it's as though he
were alternating between two characters。 Sometimes he is fearfully
reserved！ He says he is so busy that everything is a hindrance； and
yet he lies in bed doing nothing。 He doesn't jeer at things； not
because he hasn't the wit； but as though he hadn't time to waste on
such trifles。 He never listens to what is said to him。 He is never
interested in what interests other people at any given moment。 He
thinks very highly of himself and perhaps he is right。 Well； what
more？ I think your arrival will have a most beneficial influence
upon him。〃
〃God grant it may；〃 cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna； distressed by
Razumihin's account of her Rodya。
And Razumihin ventured to look more boldly at Avdotya Romanovna at
last。 He glanced at her often while he was talking； but only for a
moment and looked away again at once。 Avdotya Romanovna sat at the
table； listening attentively； then got up again and began walking to
and fro with her arms folded and her lips compressed； occasionally
putting in a question； without stopping her walk。 She had the same
habit of not listening to what was said。 She was wearing a dress of
thin dark stuff and she had a white transparent scarf round her
neck。 Razumihin soon detected signs of extreme poverty in their
belongings。 Had Avdotya Romanovna been dressed like a queen； he felt
that he would not be afraid of her； but perhaps just because she was
poorly dressed and that he noticed all the misery of her surroundings；
his heart was filled with dread and he began to be afraid of every
word he uttered； every gesture he made； which was very trying for a
man who already felt diffident。
〃You've told us a great deal that is interesting about my
brother's character。。。 and have told it impartially。 I am glad。 I
thought that you were too uncritically devoted to him；〃 observed
Avdotya Romanovna with a smile。 〃I think you are right that he needs a
woman's care；〃 she added thoughtfully。
〃I didn't say so； but I daresay you are right； only。。。〃
〃What？〃
〃He loves no one and perhaps he never will；〃 Razumihin declared
decisively。
〃You mean he is not capable of love？〃
〃Do you know； Avdotya Romanovna； you are awfully like your
brother； in everything； indeed！〃 he blurted out suddenly to his own
surprise； but remembering at once what he had just before said of
her brother； he turned as red as a crab and was overcome with
confusion。 Avdotya Romanovna couldn't help laughing when she looked at
him。
〃You may both be mistaken about Rodya；〃 Pulcheria Alexandrovna
remarked； slightly piqued。 〃I am not talking of our present
difficulty； Dounia。 What Pyotr Petrovitch writes in this letter and
what you and I have supposed may be mistaken； but you can't imagine；
Dmitri Prokofitch； how moody and； so to say； capricious he is。 I never
could depend on what he would do when he was only fifteen。 And I am
sure that he might do something now that nobody else would think of
doing。。。 Well； for instance； do you know how a year and a half ago
he astounded me and gave me a shock that nearly killed me； when he had
the idea of marrying that girl… wh