Raskolnikov　knew　he　would　come　up　to　him。　He　laid　aside　the　papers
  and　turned　to　Zametov。　There　was　a　smile　on　his　lips；　and　a　new
  shade　of　irritable　impatience　was　apparent　in　that　smile。
  〃I　know　you　have；〃　he　answered。　〃I've　heard　it。　You　looked　for　my
  sock。。。。　And　you　know　Razumihin　has　lost　his　heart　to　you？　He　says
  you've　been　with　him　to　Luise　Ivanovna's；　you　know　the　woman　you　tried
  to　befriend；　for　whom　you　winked　to　the　Explosive　Lieutenant　and　he
  would　not　understand。　Do　you　remember？　How　could　he　fail　to
  understand…　it　was　quite　clear；　wasn't　it？〃
  〃What　a　hot　head　he　is！〃
  〃The　explosive　one？〃
  〃No；　your　friend　Razumihin。〃
  〃You　must　have　a　jolly　life；　Mr。　Zametov；　entrance　free　to　the
  most　agreeable　places。　Who's　been　pouring　champagne　into　you　just
  now？〃
  〃We've　just　been。。。　having　a　drink　together。。。。　You　talk　about
  pouring　it　into　me！〃
  〃By　way　of　a　fee！　You　profit　by　everything！〃　Raskolnikov　laughed；
  〃it's　all　right；　my　dear　boy；〃　he　added；　slapping　Zametov　on　the
  shoulder。　〃I　am　not　speaking　from　temper；　but　in　a　friendly　way；　for
  sport；　as　that　workman　of　yours　said　when　he　was　scuffling　with
  Dmitri；　in　the　case　of　the　old　woman。。。。〃
  〃How　do　you　know　about　it？〃
  〃Perhaps　I　know　more　about　it　than　you　do。〃
  〃How　strange　you　are。。。。　I　am　sure　you　are　still　very　unwell。　You
  oughtn't　to　have　come　out。〃
  〃Oh；　do　I　seem　strange　to　you？〃
  〃Yes。　What　are　you　doing；　reading　the　papers？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃There's　a　lot　about　the　fires。〃
  〃No；　I　am　not　reading　about　the　fires。〃　Here　he　looked
  mysteriously　at　Zametov；　his　lips　were　twisted　again　in　a　mocking
  smile。　〃No；　I　am　not　reading　about　the　fires；〃　he　went　on；　winking
  at　Zametov。　〃But　confess　now；　my　dear　fellow；　you're　awfully　anxious
  to　know　what　I　am　reading　about？〃
  〃I　am　not　in　the　least。　Mayn't　I　ask　a　question？　Why　do　you　keep
  on。。。　？〃
  〃Listen；　you　are　a　man　of　culture　and　education？〃
  〃I　was　in　the　sixth　class　at　the　gymnasium；〃　said　Zametov　with
  some　dignity。
  〃Sixth　class！　Ah；　my　cocksparrow！　With　your　parting　and　your
  rings…　you　are　a　gentleman　of　fortune。　Foo；　what　a　charming　boy！〃　Here
  Raskolnikov　broke　into　a　nervous　laugh　right　in　Zametov's　face。　The
  latter　drew　back；　more　amazed　than　offended。
  〃Foo；　how　strange　you　are！〃　Zametov　repeated　very　seriously。　〃I
  can't　help　thinking　you　are　still　delirious。〃
  〃I　am　delirious？　You　are　fibbing；　my　cocksparrow！　So　I　am　strange？
  You　find　me　curious；　do　you？〃
  〃Yes；　curious。〃
  〃Shall　I　tell　you　what　I　was　reading　about；　what　I　was　looking
  for？　See　what　a　lot　of　papers　I've　made　them　bring　me。　Suspicious；
  eh？〃
  〃Well；　what　is　it？〃
  〃You　prick　up　your　ears？〃
  〃How　do　you　mean…　prick　up　my　ears？〃
  〃I'll　explain　that　afterwards；　but　now；　my　boy；　I　declare　to
  you。。。　no；　better　'I　confess'。。。　No；　that's　not　right　either；　'I
  make　a　deposition　and　you　take　it。'　I　depose　that　I　was　reading；
  that　I　was　looking　and　searching。。。。〃　he　screwed　up　his　eyes　and
  paused。　〃I　was　searching…　and　came　here　on　purpose　to　do　it…　for
  news　of　the　murder　of　the　old　pawnbroker　woman；〃　he　articulated　at
  last；　almost　in　a　whisper；　bringing　his　face　exceedingly　close　to
  the　face　of　Zametov。　Zametov　looked　at　him　steadily；　without　moving　or
  drawing　his　face　away。　What　struck　Zametov　afterwards　as　the　strangest
  part　of　it　all　was　that　silence　followed　for　exactly　a　minute；　and
  that　they　gazed　at　one　another　all　the　while。
  〃What　if　you　have　been　reading　about　it？〃　he　cried　at　last；
  perplexed　and　impatient。　〃That's　no　business　of　mine！　What　of　it？〃
  〃The　same　old　woman；〃　Raskolnikov　went　on　in　the　same　whisper；　not
  heeding　Zametov's　explanation；　〃about　whom　you　were　talking　in　the
  police　office；　you　remember；　when　I　fainted。　Well；　do　you　understand
  now？〃
  〃What　do　you　mean？　Understand。。。　what？〃　Zametov　brought　out；
  almost　alarmed。
  Raskolnikov's　set　and　earnest　face　was　suddenly　transformed；　and
  he　suddenly　went　off　into　the　same　nervous　laugh　as　before；　as
  though　utterly　unable　to　restrain　himself。　And　in　one　flash　he
  recalled　with　extraordinary　vividness　of　sensation　a　moment　in　the
  recent　past；　that　moment　when　he　stood　with　the　axe　behind　the　door；
  while　the　latch　trembled　and　the　men　outside　swore　and　shook　it；　and
  he　had　a　sudden　desire　to　shout　at　them；　to　swear　at　them；　to　put
  out　his　tongue　at　them；　to　mock　them；　to　laugh；　and　laugh；　and　laugh！
  〃You　are　either　mad；　or。。。〃　began　Zametov；　and　he　broke　off；　as
  though　stunned　by　the　idea　that　had　suddenly　flashed　into　his　mind。
  〃Or？　Or　what？　What？　Come；　tell　me！〃
  〃Nothing；〃　said　Zametov；　getting　angry；　〃it's　all　nonsense！〃
  Both　were　silent。　After　his　sudden　fit　of　laughter　Raskolnikov
  became　suddenly　thoughtful　and　melancholy。　He　put　his　elbow　on　the
  table　and　leaned　his　head　on　his　hand。　He　seemed　to　have　completely
  forgotten　Zametov。　The　silence　lasted　for　some　time。
  〃Why　don't　you　drink　your　tea？　It's　getting　cold；〃　said　Zametov。
  〃What！　Tea？　Oh；　yes。。。〃　Raskolnikov　sipped　the　glass；　put　a　morsel
  of　bread　in　his　mouth　and；　suddenly　looking　at　Zametov；　seemed　to
  remember　everything　and　pulled　himself　together。　At　the　same　moment
  his　face　resumed　its　original　mocking　expression。　He　went　on
  drinking　tea。
  〃There　have　been　a　great　many　of　these　crimes　lately；〃　said　Zametov。
  〃Only　the　other　day　I　read　in　the　Moscow　News　that　a　whole　gang　of
  false　coiners　had　been　caught　in　Moscow。　It　was　a　regular　society。
  They　used　to　forge　tickets！〃
  〃Oh；　but　it　was　a　long　time　ago！　I　read　about　it　a　month　ago；〃
  Raskolnikov　answered　calmly。　〃So　you　consider　them　criminals？〃　he
  added　smiling。
  〃Of　course　they　are　criminals。〃
  〃They？　They　are　children；　simpletons；　not　criminals！　Why；　half　a
  hundred　people　meeting　for　such　an　object…　what　an　idea！　Three　would
  be　too　many；　and　then　they　want　to　have　more　faith　in　one　other　than
  in　themselves！　One　has　only　to　blab　in　his　cups　and　it　all
  collapses。　Simpletons！　They　engaged　untrustworthy　people　to　change　the
  notes…　what　a　thing　to　trust　to　a　casual　stranger！　Well；　let　us
  suppose　that　these　simpletons　succeed　and　each　makes　a　million；　and
  what　follows　for　the　rest　of　their　lives？　Each　is　dependent　on　the
  others　for　the　rest　of　his　life！　Better　hang　oneself　at　once！　And　they
  did　not　know　how　to　change　the　notes　either；　the　man　who　changed　the
  notes　took　five　thousand　roubles；　and　his　hands　trembled。　He　counted
  the　first　four　thousand；　but　did　not　count　the　fifth　thousand…　he
  was　in　such　a　hurry　to　get　the　money　into　his　pocket　and　run　away。
  Of　course　he　roused　suspicion。　And　the　whole　thing　came　to　a　crash
  through　one　fool！　Is　it　possible？〃
  〃That　his　hands　trembled？〃　obser