and　irritably。　He　raised　himself　on　the　sofa　and　looked　at　them　with
  glittering　eyes；　but　sank　back　on　to　the　pillow　at　once　and　turned
  to　the　wall。　Zossimov　watched　him　intently。
  〃Very　good。。。。　Going　on　all　right；〃　he　said　lazily。　〃Has　he　eaten
  anything？〃
  They　told　him；　and　asked　what　he　might　have。
  〃He　may　have　anything。。。　soup；　tea。。。　mushrooms　and　cucumbers；　of
  course；　you　must　not　give　him；　he'd　better　not　have　meat　either；
  and。。。　but　no　need　to　tell　you　that！〃　Razumihin　and　he　looked　at
  each　other。　〃No　more　medicine　or　anything。　I'll　look　at　him　again
  to…morrow。　Perhaps；　to…day　even。。。　but　never　mind。。。〃
  〃To…morrow　evening　I　shall　take　him　for　a　walk；〃　said　Razumihin。　〃We
  are　going　to　the　Yusupov　garden　and　then　to　the　Palais　de　Crystal。〃
  〃I　would　not　disturb　him　to…morrow　at　all；　but　I　don't　know。。。　a
  little；　maybe。。。　but　we'll　see。〃
  〃Ach；　what　a　nuisance！　I've　got　a　house…warming　party　tonight；
  it's　only　a　step　from　here。　Couldn't　he　come？　He　could　lie　on　the
  sofa。　You　are　coming？〃　Razumihin　said　to　Zossimov。　〃Don't　forget；
  you　promised。〃
  〃All　right；　only　rather　later。　What　are　you　going　to　do？〃
  〃Oh；　nothing…　tea；　vodka；　herrings。　There　will　be　a　pie。。。　just
  our　friends。〃
  〃And　who？〃
  〃All　neighbours　here；　almost　all　new　friends；　except　my　old　uncle；
  and　he　is　new　too…　he　only　arrived　in　Petersburg　yesterday　to　see　to
  some　business　of　his。　We　meet　once　in　five　years。〃
  〃What　is　he？〃
  〃He's　been　stagnating　all　his　life　as　a　district　postmaster；　gets
  a　little　pension。　He　is　sixty…five…　not　worth　talking　about。。。。　But
  I　am　fond　of　him。　Porfiry　Petrovitch；　the　head　of　the　Investigation
  Department　here。。。　But　you　know　him。〃
  〃Is　he　a　relation　of　yours；　too？〃
  〃A　very　distant　one。　But　why　are　you　scowling？　Because　you
  quarrelled　once；　won't　you　come　then？〃
  〃I　don't　care　a　damn　for　him。〃
  〃So　much　the　better。　Well；　there　will　be　some　students；　a　teacher；　a
  government　clerk；　a　musician；　an　officer　and　Zametov。〃
  〃Do　tell　me；　please；　what　you　or　he〃…　Zossimov　nodded　at
  Raskolnikov…　〃can　have　in　common　with　this　Zametov？〃
  〃Oh；　you　particular　gentleman！　Principles！　You　are　worked　by
  principles；　as　it　were　by　springs；　you　won't　venture　to　turn　round
  on　your　own　account。　If　a　man　is　a　nice　fellow；　that's　the　only
  principle　I　go　upon；　Zametov　is　a　delightful　person。〃
  〃Though　he　does　take　bribes。〃
  〃Well；　he　does！　and　what　of　it？　I　don't　care　if　he　does　take
  bribes；〃　Razumihin　cried　with　unnatural　irritability。　〃I　don't
  praise　him　for　taking　bribes。　I　only　say　he　is　a　nice　man　in　his　own
  way！　But　if　one　looks　at　men　in　all　ways…　are　there　many　good　ones
  left？　Why；　I　am　sure　I　shouldn't　be　worth　a　baked　onion　myself。。。
  perhaps　with　you　thrown　in。〃
  〃That's　too　little；　I'd　give　two　for　you。〃
  〃And　I　wouldn't　give　more　than　one　for　you。　No　more　of　your　jokes！
  Zametov　is　no　more　than　a　boy。　I　can　pull　his　hair　and　one　must　draw
  him　not　repel　him。　You'll　never　improve　a　man　by　repelling　him；
  especially　a　boy。　One　has　to　be　twice　as　careful　with　a　boy。　Oh；　you
  progressive　dullards！　You　don't　understand。　You　harm　yourselves
  running　another　man　down。。。。　But　if　you　want　to　know；　we　really　have
  something　in　common。〃
  〃I　should　like　to　know　what。〃
  〃Why；　it's　all　about　a　house…painter。。。。　We　are　getting　him　out　of　a
  mess！　Though　indeed　there's　nothing　to　fear　now。　The　matter　is
  absolutely　self…evident。　We　only　put　on　steam。〃
  〃A　painter？〃
  〃Why；　haven't　I　told　you　about　it？　I　only　told　you　the　beginning
  then　about　the　murder　of　the　old　pawnbroker…woman。　Well；　the　painter
  is　mixed　up　in　it。。。〃
  〃Oh；　I　heard　about　that　murder　before　and　was　rather　interested　in
  it。。。　partly。。。　for　one　reason。。。。　I　read　about　it　in　the　papers；
  too。。。。〃
  〃Lizaveta　was　murdered；　too；〃　Nastasya　blurted　out；　suddenly
  addressing　Raskolnikov。　She　remained　in　the　room　all　the　time；
  standing　by　the　door　listening。
  〃Lizaveta；〃　murmured　Raskolnikov　hardly　audibly。
  〃Lizaveta；　who　sold　old　clothes。　Didn't　you　know　her？　She　used　to
  come　here。　She　mended　a　shirt　for　you；　too。〃
  Raskolnikov　turned　to　the　wall　where　in　the　dirty；　yellow　paper　he
  picked　out　one　clumsy；　white　flower　with　brown　lines　on　it　and　began
  examining　how　many　petals　there　were　in　it；　how　many　scallops　in　the
  petals　and　how　many　lines　on　them。　He　felt　his　arms　and　legs　as
  lifeless　as　though　they　had　been　cut　off。　He　did　not　attempt　to
  move；　but　stared　obstinately　at　the　flower。
  〃But　what　about　the　painter？〃　Zossimov　interrupted　Nastasya's
  chatter　with　marked　displeasure。　She　sighed　and　was　silent。
  〃Why；　he　was　accused　of　the　murder；〃　Razumihin　went　on　hotly。
  〃Was　there　evidence　against　him　then？〃
  〃Evidence；　indeed！　Evidence　that　was　no　evidence；　and　that's　what　we
  have　to　prove。　It　was　just　as　they　pitched　on　those　fellows；　Koch
  and　Pestryakov；　at　first。　Foo！　how　stupidly　it's　all　done；　it　makes
  one　sick；　though　it's　not　one's　business！　Pestryakov　may　be　coming
  to…night。。。。　By　the　way；　Rodya；　you've　heard　about　the　business
  already；　it　happened　before　you　were　ill；　the　day　before　you　fainted
  at　the　police　office　while　they　were　talking　about　it。〃
  Zossimov　looked　curiously　at　Raskolnikov。　He　did　not　stir。
  〃But　I　say；　Razumihin；　I　wonder　at　you。　What　a　busybody　you　are！〃
  Zossimov　observed。
  〃Maybe　I　am；　but　we　will　get　him　off　anyway；〃　shouted　Razumihin；
  bringing　his　fist　down　on　the　table。　〃What's　the　most　offensive　is　not
  their　lying…　one　can　always　forgive　lying…　lying　is　a　delightful
  thing；　for　it　leads　to　truth…　what　is　offensive　is　that　they　lie　and
  worship　their　own　lying。。。。　I　respect　Porfiry；　but。。。　What　threw
  them　out　at　first？　The　door　was　locked；　and　when　they　came　back　with
  the　porter　it　was　open。　So　it　followed　that　Koch　and　Pestryakov　were
  the　murderers…　that　was　their　logic！〃
  〃But　don't　excite　yourself；　they　simply　detained　them；　they　could
  not　help　that。。。。　And；　by　the　way；　I've　met　that　man　Koch。　He　used
  to　buy　unredeemed　pledges　from　the　old　woman？　Eh？〃
  〃Yes；　he　is　a　swindler。　He　buys　up　bad　debts；　too。　He　makes　a
  profession　of　it。　But　enough　of　him！　Do　you　know　what　makes　me
  angry？　It's　their　sickening　rotten；　petrified　routine。。。。　And　this
  case　might　be　the　means　of　introducing　a　new　method。　One　can　show　from
  the　psychological　data　alone　how　to　get　on　the　track　of　the　real
  man。　'We　have　facts；'　they　say。　But　facts　are　not　everything…　at　least
  half　the　business　lies　in　how　you　interpret　them！〃
  〃Can　you　interpret　them；　then？〃
  〃Anyway；　one　can't　hold　one's　tongue　when　one　has　a　feeling；　a
  tangible　feeling；　that　one　might　be　a　help　if　only。。。。　Eh！　Do　you　know
  the　details　of　the　case？〃
  〃I　am　waiting　to　hear　about　the　painter。〃
  〃Oh；　yes！　Well；　here's　the　story。　Early　on　the　third　day　after　the
  murder；　when　they　were　still　dandl