their　previous　conversation。
  Pyotr　Petrovitch　had　the　good　sense　to　accept　the　disavowal。　He　made
  up　his　mind　to　take　leave　in　another　minute　or　two。
  〃I　trust　our　acquaintance；〃　he　said；　addressing　Raskolnikov；　〃may；
  upon　your　recovery　and　in　view　of　the　circumstances　of　which　you　are
  aware；　become　closer。。。。　Above　all；　I　hope　for　your　return　to
  health。。。〃
  Raskolnikov　did　not　even　turn　his　head。　Pyotr　Petrovitch　began
  getting　up　from　his　chair。
  〃One　of　her　customers　must　have　killed　her；〃　Zossimov　declared
  positively。
  〃Not　a　doubt　of　it；〃　replied　Razumihin。　〃Porfiry　doesn't　give　his
  opinion；　but　is　examining　all　who　have　left　pledges　with　her　there。〃
  〃Examining　them？〃　Raskolnikov　asked　aloud。
  〃Yes。　What　then？〃
  〃Nothing。〃
  〃How　does　he　get　hold　of　them？〃　asked　Zossimov。
  〃Koch　has　given　the　names　of　some　of　them；　other　names　are　on　the
  wrappers　of　the　pledges　and　some　have　come　forward　of　themselves。〃
  〃It　must　have　been　a　cunning　and　practised　ruffian！　The　boldness
  of　it！　The　coolness！〃
  〃That's　just　what　it　wasn't！〃　interposed　Razumihin。　〃That's　what
  throws　you　all　off　the　scent。　But　I　maintain　that　he　is　not　cunning；
  nor　practised；　and　probably　this　was　his　first　crime！　The
  supposition　that　it　was　a　calculated　crime　and　a　cunning　criminal
  doesn't　work。　Suppose　him　to　have　been　inexperienced；　and　it's　clear
  that　it　was　only　a　chance　that　saved　him…　and　chance　may　do
  anything。　Why；　he　did　not　foresee　obstacles；　perhaps！　And　how　did　he
  set　to　work？　He　took　jewels　worth　ten　or　twenty　roubles；　stuffing
  his　pockets　with　them；　ransacked　the　old　woman's　trunk；　her　rags…
  and　they　found　fifteen　hundred　roubles；　besides　notes；　in　a　box　in　the
  top　drawer　of　the　chest！　He　did　not　know　how　to　rob；　he　could　only
  murder。　It　was　his　first　crime；　I　assure　you；　his　first　crime；　he　lost
  his　head。　And　he　got　off　more　by　luck　than　good　counsel！〃
  〃You　are　talking　of　the　murder　of　the　old　pawnbroker；　I　believe？〃
  Pyotr　Petrovitch　put　in；　addressing　Zossimov。　He　was　standing；　hat　and
  gloves　in　hand；　but　before　departing　he　felt　disposed　to　throw　off　a
  few　more　intellectual　phrases。　He　was　evidently　anxious　to　make　a
  favourable　impression　and　his　vanity　overcame　his　prudence。
  〃Yes。　You've　heard　of　it？〃
  〃Oh；　yes；　being　in　the　neighbourhood。〃
  〃Do　you　know　the　details？〃
  〃I　can't　say　that；　but　another　circumstance　interests　me　in　the
  case…　the　whole　question；　so　to　say。　Not　to　speak　of　the　fact　that
  crime　has　been　greatly　on　the　increase　among　the　lower　classes
  during　the　last　five　years；　not　to　speak　of　the　cases　of　robbery　and
  arson　everywhere；　what　strikes　me　as　the　strangest　thing　is　that　in
  the　higher　classes；　too；　crime　is　increasing　proportionately。　In　one
  place　one　hears　of　a　student's　robbing　the　mail　on　the　high　road；　in
  another　place　people　of　good　social　position　forge　false　banknotes；　in
  Moscow　of　late　a　whole　gang　has　been　captured　who　used　to　forge
  lottery　tickets；　and　one　of　the　ringleaders　was　a　lecturer　in
  universal　history；　then　our　secretary　abroad　was　murdered　from　some
  obscure　motive　of　gain。。。。　And　if　this　old　woman；　the　pawnbroker；
  has　been　murdered　by　some　one　of　a　higher　class　in　society…　for
  peasants　don't　pawn　gold　trinkets…　how　are　we　to　explain　this
  demoralisation　of　the　civilised　part　of　our　society？〃
  〃There　are　many　economic　changes；〃　put　in　Zossimov。
  〃How　are　we　to　explain　it？〃　Razumihin　caught　him　up。　〃It　might　be
  explained　by　our　inveterate　unpracticality。〃
  〃How　do　you　mean？〃
  〃What　answer　had　your　lecturer　in　Moscow　to　make　to　the　question　why
  he　was　forging　notes？　'Everybody　is　getting　rich　one　way　or　another；
  so　I　want　to　make　haste　to　get　rich　too。'　I　don't　remember　the　exact
  words；　but　the　upshot　was　that　he　wants　money　for　nothing；　without
  waiting　or　working！　We've　grown　used　to　having　everything
  ready…made；　to　walking　on　crutches；　to　having　our　food　chewed　for
  us。　Then　the　great　hour　struck；*　and　every　man　showed　himself　in　his
  true　colours。〃
  …
  *　The　emancipation　of　the　serfs　in　1861　is　meant。…　TRANSLATOR'S
  NOTE。
  …
  〃But　morality？　And　so　to　speak；　principles。。。〃
  〃But　why　do　you　worry　about　it？〃　Raskolnikov　interposed　suddenly。
  〃It's　in　accordance　with　your　theory！〃
  〃In　accordance　with　my　theory？〃
  〃Why；　carry　out　logically　the　theory　you　were　advocating　just　now；
  and　it　follows　that　people　may　be　killed。。。〃
  〃Upon　my　word！〃　cried　Luzhin。
  〃No；　that's　not　so；〃　put　in　Zossimov。
  Raskolnikov　lay　with　a　white　face　and　twitching　upper　lip；　breathing
  painfully。
  〃There's　a　measure　in　all　things；〃　Luzhin　went　on　superciliously。
  〃Economic　ideas　are　not　an　incitement　to　murder；　and　one　has　but　to
  suppose。。。〃
  〃And　is　it　true；〃　Raskolnikov　interposed　once　more　suddenly；　again
  in　a　voice　quivering　with　fury　and　delight　in　insulting　him；　〃is　it
  true　that　you　told　your　fiancee。。。　within　an　hour　of　her　acceptance；
  that　what　pleased　you　most。。。　was　that　she　was　a　beggar。。。　because
  it　was　better　to　raise　a　wife　from　poverty；　so　that　you　may　have
  complete　control　over　her；　and　reproach　her　with　your　being　her
  benefactor？〃
  〃Upon　my　word；〃　Luzhin　cried　wrathfully　and　irritably；　crimson
  with　confusion；　〃to　distort　my　words　in　this　way！　Excuse　me；　allow
  me　to　assure　you　that　the　report　which　has　reached　you；　or　rather
  let　me　say；　has　been　conveyed　to　you；　has　no　foundation　in　truth；
  and　I。。。　suspect　who。。。　in　a　word。。。　this　arrow。。。　in　a　word；　your
  mamma。。。　She　seemed　to　me　in　other　things；　with　all　her　excellent
  qualities；　of　a　somewhat　highflown　and　romantic　way　of　thinking。。。。
  But　I　was　a　thousand　miles　from　supposing　that　she　would　misunderstand
  and　misrepresent　things　in　so　fanciful　a　way。。。。　And　indeed。。。
  indeed。。。〃
  〃I　tell　you　what；〃　cried　Raskolnikov；　raising　himself　on　his
  pillow　and　fixing　his　piercing；　glittering　eyes　upon　him；　〃I　tell
  you　what。〃
  〃What？〃　Luzhin　stood　still；　waiting　with　a　defiant　and　offended
  face。　Silence　lasted　for　some　seconds。
  〃Why；　if　ever　again。。。　you　dare　to　mention　a　single　word。。。　about　my
  mother。。。　I　shall　send　you　flying　downstairs！〃
  〃What's　the　matter　with　you？〃　cried　Razumihin。
  〃So　that's　how　it　is？〃　Luzhin　turned　pale　and　bit　his　lip。　〃Let　me
  tell　you；　sir；〃　he　began　deliberately；　doing　his　utmost　to　restrain
  himself　but　breathing　hard；　〃at　the　first　moment　I　saw　you　you　were
  ill…disposed　to　me；　but　I　remained　here　on　purpose　to　find　out　more。　I
  could　forgive　a　great　deal　in　a　sick　man　and　a　connection；　but
  you。。。　never　after　this。。。〃
  〃I　am　not　ill；〃　cried　Raskolnikov。
  〃So　much　the　worse。。。〃
  〃Go　to　hell！〃