special　interest　in　him；　soon　his　face　brightened。
  〃You　must　go　to　bed　at　once；〃　he　pronounced；　examining　the　patient
  as　far　as　he　could；　〃and　take　something　for　the　night。　Will　you　take
  it？　I　got　it　ready　some　time　ago。。。　a　powder。〃
  〃Two；　if　you　like；〃　answered　Raskolnikov。　The　powder　was　taken　at
  once。
  〃It's　a　good　thing　you　are　taking　him　home；〃　observed　Zossimov　to
  Razumihin…　〃we　shall　see　how　he　is　to…morrow；　to…day　he's　not　at　all
  amiss…　a　considerable　change　since　the　afternoon。　Live　and　learn。。。〃
  〃Do　you　know　what　Zossimov　whispered　to　me　when　we　were　coming　out？〃
  Razumihin　blurted　out；　as　soon　as　they　were　in　the　street。　〃I　won't
  tell　you　everything；　brother；　because　they　are　such　fools。　Zossimov
  told　me　to　talk　freely　to　you　on　the　way　and　get　you　to　talk　freely　to
  me；　and　afterwards　I　am　to　tell　him　about　it；　for　he's　got　a　notion　in
  his　head　that　you　are。。。　mad　or　close　on　it。　Only　fancy！　In　the
  first　place；　you've　three　times　the　brains　he　has；　in　the　second；　if
  you　are　not　mad；　you　needn't　care　a　hang　that　he　has　got　such　a　wild
  idea；　and　thirdly；　that　piece　of　beef　whose　specialty　is　surgery　has
  gone　mad　on　mental　diseases；　and　what's　brought　him　to　this　conclusion
  about　you　was　your　conversation　to…day　with　Zametov。〃
  〃Zametov　told　you　all　about　it？〃
  〃Yes；　and　he　did　well。　Now　I　understand　what　it　all　means　and　so
  does　Zametov。。。。　Well；　the　fact　is；　Rodya。。。　the　point　is。。。　I　am　a
  little　drunk　now。。。。　But　that's。。。　no　matter。。。　the　point　is　that　this
  idea。。。　you　understand？　was　just　being　hatched　in　their　brains。。。
  you　understand？　That　is；　no　one　ventured　to　say　it　aloud；　because
  the　idea　is　too　absurd　and　especially　since　the　arrest　of　that
  painter；　that　bubble's　burst　and　gone　for　ever。　But　why　are　they
  such　fools？　I　gave　Zametov　a　bit　of　a　thrashing　at　the　time…　that's
  between　ourselves；　brother；　please　don't　let　out　a　hint　that　you
  know　of　it；　I've　noticed　he　is　a　ticklish　subject；　it　was　at　Luise
  Ivanovna's。　But　to…day；　to…day　it's　all　cleared　up。　That　Ilya
  Petrovitch　is　at　the　bottom　of　it！　He　took　advantage　of　your
  fainting　at　the　police　station；　but　he　is　ashamed　of　it　himself　now；　I
  know　that。。。〃
  Raskolnikov　listened　greedily。　Razumihin　was　drunk　enough　to　talk
  too　freely。
  〃I　fainted　then　because　it　was　so　close　and　the　smell　of　paint；〃
  said　Raskolnikov。
  〃No　need　to　explain　that！　And　it　wasn't　the　paint　only：　the　fever
  had　been　coming　on　for　a　month；　Zossimov　testifies　to　that！　But　how
  crushed　that　boy　is　now；　you　wouldn't　believe！　'I　am　not　worth　his
  little　finger；'　he　says。　Yours；　he　means。　He　has　good　feelings　at
  times；　brother。　But　the　lesson；　the　lesson　you　gave　him　to…day　in
  the　Palais　de　Crystal；　that　was　too　good　for　anything！　You
  frightened　him　at　first；　you　know；　he　nearly　went　into　convulsions！
  You　almost　convinced　him　again　of　the　truth　of　all　that　hideous
  nonsense；　and　then　you　suddenly…　put　out　your　tongue　at　him：　'There
  now；　what　do　you　make　of　it？'　It　was　perfect！　He　is　crushed；
  annihilated　now！　It　was　masterly；　by　Jove；　it's　what　they　deserve！　Ah；
  that　I　wasn't　there！　He　was　hoping　to　see　you　awfully。　Porfiry；　too；
  wants　to　make　your　acquaintance。。。〃
  〃Ah！。。。　he　too。。。　but　why　did　they　put　me　down　as　mad？〃
  〃Oh；　not　mad。　I　must　have　said　too　much；　brother。。。。　What　struck
  him；　you　see；　was　that　only　that　subject　seemed　to　interest　you；　now
  it's　clear　why　it　did　interest　you；　knowing　all　the
  circumstances。。。。　and　how　that　irritated　you　and　worked　in　with　your
  illness。。。　I　am　a　little　drunk；　brother；　only；　confound　him；　he　has
  some　idea　of　his　own。。。　I　tell　you；　he's　mad　on　mental　diseases。　But
  don't　you　mind　him。。。〃
  For　half　a　minute　both　were　silent。
  〃Listen；　Razumihin；〃　began　Raskolnikov；　〃I　want　to　tell　you　plainly：
  I've　just　been　at　a　death…bed；　a　clerk　who　died。。。　I　gave　them　all
  my　money。。。　and　besides　I've　just　been　kissed　by　some　one　who；　if　I
  had　killed　any　one；　would　just　the　same。。。　in　fact　I　saw　some　one　else
  there。。。　with　a　flame…coloured　feather。。。　but　I　am　talking　nonsense；　I
  am　very　weak；　support　me。。。　we　shall　be　at　the　stairs　directly。。。〃
  〃What's　the　matter？　What's　the　matter　with　you？〃　Razumihin　asked
  anxiously。
  〃I　am　a　little　giddy；　but　that's　not　the　point；　I　am　so　sad；　so
  sad。。。　like　a　woman。　Look；　what's　that？　Look；　look！〃
  〃What　is　it？〃
  〃Don't　you　see？　A　light　in　my　room；　you　see？　Through　the　crack。。。〃
  They　were　already　at　the　foot　of　the　last　flight　of　stairs；　at　the
  level　of　the　landlady's　door；　and　they　could；　as　a　fact；　see　from
  below　that　there　was　a　light　in　Raskolnikov's　garret。
  〃Queer！　Nastasya；　perhaps；〃　observed　Razumihin。
  〃She　is　never　in　my　room　at　this　time　and　she　must　be　in　bed　long
  ago；　but。。。　I　don't　care！　Good…bye！〃
  〃What　do　you　mean？　I　am　coming　with　you；　we'll　come　in　together！〃
  〃I　know　we　are　going　in　together；　but　I　want　to　shake　hands　here　and
  say　good…bye　to　you　here。　So　give　me　your　hand；　good…bye！〃
  〃What's　the　matter　with　you；　Rodya？〃
  〃Nothing。。。　come　along。。。　you　shall　be　witness。〃
  They　began　mounting　the　stairs；　and　the　idea　struck　Razumihin　that
  perhaps　Zossimov　might　be　right　after　all。　〃Ah；　I've　upset　him　with　my
  chatter！〃　he　muttered　to　himself。
  When　they　reached　the　door　they　heard　voices　in　the　room。
  〃What　is　it？〃　cried　Razumihin。　Raskolnikov　was　the　first　to　open　the
  door；　he　flung　it　wide　and　stood　still　in　the　doorway；　dumbfounded。
  His　mother　and　sister　were　sitting　on　his　sofa　and　had　been
  waiting　an　hour　and　a　half　for　him。　Why　had　he　never　expected；　never
  thought　of　them；　though　the　news　that　they　had　started；　were　on
  their　way　and　would　arrive　immediately；　had　been　repeated　to　him
  only　that　day？　They　had　spent　that　hour　and　a　half　plying　Nastasya
  with　questions。　She　was　standing　before　them　and　had　told　them
  everything　by　now。　They　were　beside　themselves　with　alarm　when　they
  heard　of　his　〃running　away〃　to…day；　ill　and；　as　they　understood　from
  her　story；　delirious！　〃Good　Heavens；　what　had　become　of　him？〃　Both　had
  been　weeping；　both　had　been　in　anguish　for　that　hour　and　a　half。
  A　cry　of　joy；　of　ecstasy；　greeted　Raskolnikov's　entrance。　Both
  rushed　to　him。　But　he　stood　like　one　dead；　a　sudden　intolerable
  sensation　struck　him　like　a　thunderbolt。　He　did　not　lift　his　arms　to
  embrace　them；　he　could　not。　His　mother　and　sister　clasped　him　in　their
  arms；　kissed　him；　laughed　and　cried。　He　took　a　step；　tottered　and　fell
  to　the　ground；　fainting。
  Anxiety；　cries　of　horror；　moans。。。　Razumihin　who　was　standing　in　the
  doorway　flew　into　the　room；　seized　the　sick　man　in　his　strong　arms　and
  in　a　moment　had　him　on　the　sofa。
  〃It's　nothing；　nothing！〃　he　cried　to　the　mother　and　sister…　〃it's
  only　a　faint；　a　mere　trifle！　Only　just　now　the　doctor　said　he　was　much
  better；　that　he　is　perfectly　well！　Water！　See；　he　is　coming　to
  himself；　he　is　all　right　again！〃
  And　seizing　Dounia　by　the　arm　so　that　he　almost　dislocated　it；　he
  made　her　bend　down　to　see　that　〃he　is　all　right　again。〃　The　mother　and
  sister　looked　on　him　with　emotion　and　gratitude；　as　their
  Providence。　They　had　heard　already　from　Nastasya　all　that　had　been
  done　for　their　Rodya　during　his　illness；　by　this　〃very　competent　young
  man；〃　as　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　Raskolnikov　called　him　that　evening　in
  conversation　with　Dounia。