Fyodor Dostoyevsky: The Complete Novels. Fyodor Dostoevsky

her death it must have been. But I am not going to redeem the things now," he put in with a sort of hurried and conspicuous solicitude about the things. "I've not more than a silver rouble left … after last night's accursed delirium!"

      He laid special emphasis on the delirium.

      "Yes, yes," Razumihin hastened to agree—with what was not clear. "Then that's why you … were stuck … partly … you know in your delirium you were continually mentioning some rings or chains! Yes, yes … that's clear, it's all clear now."

      "Hullo! How that idea must have got about among them. Here this man will go to the stake for me, and I find him delighted at having it cleared up why I spoke of rings in my delirium! What a hold the idea must have on all of them!"

      "Shall we find him?" he asked suddenly.

      "Oh, yes," Razumihin answered quickly. "He is a nice fellow, you will see, brother. Rather clumsy, that is to say, he is a man of polished manners, but I mean clumsy in a different sense. He is an intelligent fellow, very much so indeed, but he has his own range of ideas… . He is incredulous, sceptical, cynical … he likes to impose on people, or rather to make fun of them. His is the old, circumstantial method… . But he understands his work … thoroughly… . Last year he cleared up a case of murder in which the police had hardly a clue. He is very, very anxious to make your acquaintance!"

      "On what grounds is he so anxious?"

      "Oh, it's not exactly … you see, since you've been ill I happen to have mentioned you several times… . So, when he heard about you … about your being a law student and not able to finish your studies, he said, 'What a pity!' And so I concluded … from everything together, not only that; yesterday Zametov … you know, Rodya, I talked some nonsense on the way home to you yesterday, when I was drunk … I am afraid, brother, of your exaggerating it, you see."

      "What? That they think I am a madman? Maybe they are right," he said with a constrained smile.

      "Yes, yes… . That is, pooh, no! … But all that I said (and there was something else too) it was all nonsense, drunken nonsense."

      "But why are you apologising? I am so sick of it all!" Raskolnikov cried with exaggerated irritability. It was partly assumed, however.

      "I know, I know, I understand. Believe me, I understand. One's ashamed to speak of it."

      "If you are ashamed, then don't speak of it."

      Both were silent. Razumihin was more than ecstatic and Raskolnikov perceived it with repulsion. He was alarmed, too, by what Razumihin had just said about Porfiry.

      "I shall have to pull a long face with him too," he thought, with a beating heart, and he turned white, "and do it naturally, too. But the most natural thing would be to do nothing at all. Carefully do nothing at all! No, carefully would not be natural again… . Oh, well, we shall see how it turns out… . We shall see … directly. Is it a good thing to go or not? The butterfly flies to the light. My heart is beating, that's what's bad!"

      "In this grey house," said Razumihin.

      "The most important thing, does Porfiry know that I was at the old hag's flat yesterday … and asked about the blood? I must find that out instantly, as soon as I go in, find out from his face; otherwise … I'll find out, if it's my ruin."

      "I say, brother," he said suddenly, addressing Razumihin, with a sly smile, "I have been noticing all day that you seem to be curiously excited. Isn't it so?"

      "Excited? Not a bit of it," said Razumihin, stung to the quick.

      "Yes, brother, I assure you it's noticeable. Why, you sat on your chair in a way you never do sit, on the edge somehow, and you seemed to be writhing all the time. You kept jumping up for nothing. One moment you were angry, and the next your face looked like a sweetmeat. You even blushed; especially when you were invited to dinner, you blushed awfully."

      "Nothing of the sort, nonsense! What do you mean?"

      "But why are you wriggling out of it, like a schoolboy? By Jove, there he's blushing again."

      "What a pig you are!"

      "But why are you so shamefaced about it? Romeo! Stay, I'll tell of you to-day. Ha-ha-ha! I'll make mother laugh, and someone else, too … "

      "Listen, listen, listen, this is serious… . What next, you fiend!" Razumihin was utterly overwhelmed, turning cold with horror. "What will you tell them? Come, brother … foo! what a pig you are!"

      "You are like a summer rose. And if only you knew how it suits you; a Romeo over six foot high! And how you've washed to-day—you cleaned your nails, I declare. Eh? That's something unheard of! Why, I do believe you've got pomatum on your hair! Bend down."

      "Pig!"

      Raskolnikov laughed as though he could not restrain himself. So laughing, they entered Porfiry Petrovitch's flat. This is what Raskolnikov wanted: from within they could be heard laughing as they came in, still guffawing in the passage.

      "Not a word here or I'll … brain you!" Razumihin whispered furiously, seizing Raskolnikov by the shoulder.

      Chapter 5

      Raskolnikov was already entering the room. He came in looking as though he had the utmost difficulty not to burst out laughing again. Behind him Razumihin strode in gawky and awkward, shamefaced and red as a peony, with an utterly crestfallen and ferocious expression. His face and whole figure really were ridiculous at that moment and amply justified Raskolnikov's laughter. Raskolnikov, not waiting for an introduction, bowed to Porfiry Petrovitch, who stood in the middle of the room looking inquiringly at them. He held out his hand and shook hands, still apparently making desperate efforts to subdue his mirth and utter a few words to introduce himself. But he had no sooner succeeded in assuming a serious air and muttering something when he suddenly glanced again as though accidentally at Razumihin, and could no longer control himself: his stifled laughter broke out the more irresistibly the more he tried to restrain it. The extraordinary ferocity with which Razumihin received this "spontaneous" mirth gave the whole scene the appearance of most genuine fun and naturalness. Razumihin strengthened this impression as though on purpose.

      "Fool! You fiend," he roared, waving his arm which at once struck a little round table with an empty tea-glass on it. Everything was sent flying and crashing.

      "But why break chairs, gentlemen? You know it's a loss to the Crown," Porfiry Petrovitch quoted gaily.

      Raskolnikov was still laughing, with his hand in Porfiry Petrovitch's, but anxious not to overdo it, awaited the right moment to put a natural end to it. Razumihin, completely put to confusion by upsetting the table and smashing the glass, gazed gloomily at the fragments, cursed and turned sharply to the window where he stood looking out with his back to the company with a fiercely scowling countenance, seeing nothing. Porfiry Petrovitch laughed and was ready to go on laughing, but obviously looked for explanations. Zametov had been sitting in the corner, but he rose at the visitors' entrance and was standing in expectation with a smile on his lips, though he looked with surprise and even it seemed incredulity at the whole scene and at Raskolnikov with a certain embarrassment. Zametov's unexpected presence struck Raskolnikov unpleasantly.

      "I've got to think of that," he thought. "Excuse me, please," he began, affecting extreme embarrassment. "Raskolnikov."

      "Not at all, very pleasant to see you … and how pleasantly you've come in… . Why, won't he even say good-morning?" Porfiry Petrovitch nodded at Razumihin.

      "Upon my honour I don't know why he is in such a rage with me. I only told him as we came along that he was like Romeo … and proved it. And that was all, I think!"

      "Pig!" ejaculated Razumihin, without turning round.

      "There must have been very grave grounds for it, if he is so furious at the word," Porfiry laughed.

      "Oh, you sharp lawyer! … Damn you all!" snapped Razumihin, and suddenly bursting out laughing himself, he went up to Porfiry with a more cheerful face