man；〃　as　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　Raskolnikov　called　him　that　evening　in
  conversation　with　Dounia。
  PART　THREE
  Chapter　One
  RASKOLNIKOV　got　up；　and　sat　down　on　the　sofa。　He　waved　his　hand
  weakly　to　Razumihin　to　cut　short　the　flow　of　warm　and　incoherent
  consolations　he　was　addressing　to　his　mother　and　sister；　took　them
  both　by　the　hand　and　for　a　minute　or　two　gazed　from　one　to　the　other
  without　speaking。　His　mother　was　alarmed　by　his　expression。　It
  revealed　an　emotion　agonisingly　poignant；　and　at　the　same　time
  something　immovable；　almost　insane。　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　began　to
  cry。
  Avdotya　Romanovna　was　pale；　her　hand　trembled　in　her　brother's。
  〃Go　home。。。　with　him；〃　he　said　in　a　broken　voice；　pointing　to
  Razumihin；　〃good…bye　till　to…morrow；　to…morrow　everything。。。　Is　it
  long　since　you　arrived？〃
  〃This　evening；　Rodya；〃　answered　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　〃the　train
  was　awfully　late。　But；　Rodya；　nothing　would　induce　me　to　leave　you
  now！　I　will　spend　the　night　here；　near　you。。。〃
  〃Don't　torture　me！〃　he　said　with　a　gesture　of　irritation。
  〃I　will　stay　with　him；〃　cried　Razumihin；　〃I　won't　leave　him　for　a
  moment。　Bother　all　my　visitors！　Let　them　rage　to　their　hearts'
  content！　My　uncle　is　presiding　there。〃
  〃How；　how　can　I　thank　you！〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　was　beginning；
  once　more　pressing　Razumihin's　hands；　but　Raskolnikov　interrupted
  her　again。
  〃I　can't　have　it！　I　can't　have　it！〃　he　repeated　irritably；　〃don't
  worry　me！　Enough；　go　away。。。　I　can't　stand　it！〃
  〃Come；　mamma；　come　out　of　the　room　at　least　for　a　minute；〃　Dounia
  whispered　in　dismay；　〃we　are　distressing　him；　that's　evident。〃
  〃Mayn't　I　look　at　him　after　three　years？〃　wept　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna。
  〃Stay；〃　he　stopped　them　again；　〃you　keep　interrupting　me；　and　my
  ideas　get　muddled。。。。　Have　you　seen　Luzhin？〃
  〃No；　Rodya；　but　he　knows　already　of　our　arrival。　We　have　heard；
  Rodya；　that　Pyotr　Petrovitch　was　so　kind　as　to　visit　you　today；〃
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　added　somewhat　timidly。
  〃Yes。。。　he　was　so　kind。。。　Dounia；　I　promised　Luzhin　I'd　throw　him
  downstairs　and　told　him　to　go　to　hell。。。。〃
  〃Rodya；　what　are　you　saying！　Surely；　you　don't　mean　to　tell　us。。。〃
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　began　in　alarm；　but　she　stopped；　looking　at
  Dounia。
  Avdotya　Romanovna　was　looking　attentively　at　her　brother；　waiting
  for　what　would　come　next。　Both　of　them　had　heard　of　the　quarrel　from
  Nastasya；　so　far　as　she　had　succeeded　in　understanding　and　reporting
  it；　and　were　in　painful　perplexity　and　suspense。
  〃Dounia；〃　Raskolnikov　continued　with　an　effort；　〃I　don't　want　that
  marriage；　so　at　the　first　opportunity　to…morrow　you　must　refuse
  Luzhin；　so　that　we　may　never　hear　his　name　again。〃
  〃Good　Heavens！〃　cried　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna。
  〃Brother；　think　what　you　are　saying！〃　Avdotya　Romanovna　began
  impetuously；　but　immediately　checked　herself。　〃You　are　not　fit　to　talk
  now；　perhaps；　you　are　tired；〃　she　added　gently。
  〃You　think　I　am　delirious？　No。。。　You　are　marrying　Luzhin　for　my
  sake。　But　I　won't　accept　the　sacrifice。　And　so　write　a　letter　before
  to…morrow；　to　refuse　him。。。　Let　me　read　it　in　the　morning　and　that
  will　be　the　end　of　it！〃
  〃That　I　can't　do！〃　the　girl　cried；　offended；　〃what　right　have
  you。。。〃
  〃Dounia；　you　are　hasty；　too；　be　quiet；　to…morrow。。。　Don't　you
  see。。。〃　the　mother　interposed　in　dismay。　〃Better　come　away！〃
  〃He　is　raving；〃　Razumihin　cried　tipsily；　〃or　how　would　he　dare！
  To…morrow　all　this　nonsense　will　be　over。。。　to…day　he　certainly　did
  drive　him　away。　That　was　so。　And　Luzhin　got　angry；　too。。。　He　made
  speeches　here；　wanted　to　show　off　his　learning　and　he　went　out
  crest…fallen。。。。〃
  〃Then　it's　true？〃　cried　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna。
  〃Good…bye　till　to…morrow；　brother；〃　said　Dounia　compassionately…
  〃let　us　go；　mother。。。　Good…bye；　Rodya。〃
  〃Do　you　hear；　sister；〃　he　repeated　after　them；　making　a　last　effort；
  〃I　am　not　delirious；　this　marriage　is…　an　infamy。　Let　me　act　like　a
  scoundrel；　but　you　mustn't。。。　one　is　enough。。。　and　though　I　am　a
  scoundrel；　I　wouldn't　own　such　a　sister。　It's　me　or　Luzhin！　Go
  now。。。。〃
  〃But　you're　out　of　your　mind！　Despot！〃　roared　Razumihin；　but
  Raskolnikov　did　not　and　perhaps　could　not　answer。　He　lay　down　on　the
  sofa；　and　turned　to　the　wall；　utterly　exhausted。　Avdotya　Romanovna
  looked　with　interest　at　Razumihin；　her　black　eyes　flashed；　Razumihin
  positively　started　at　her　glance。
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　stood　overwhelmed。
  〃Nothing　would　induce　me　to　go；〃　she　whispered　in　despair　to
  Razumihin。　〃I　will　stay　somewhere　here。。。　escort　Dounia　home。〃
  〃You'll　spoil　everything；〃　Razumihin　answered　in　the　same　whisper；
  losing　patience…　〃come　out　on　to　the　stairs；　anyway。　Nastasya；　show
  a　light！　I　assure　you；〃　he　went　on　in　a　half　whisper　on　the　stairs…
  〃that　he　was　almost　beating　the　doctor　and　me　this　afternoon！　Do　you
  understand？　The　doctor　himself！　Even　he　gave　way　and　left　him；　so　as
  not　to　irritate　him。　I　remained　downstairs　on　guard；　but　he　dressed　at
  once　and　slipped　off。　And　he　will　slip　off　again　if　you　irritate
  him；　at　this　time　of　night；　and　will　do　himself　some　mischief。。。。〃
  〃What　are　you　saying？〃
  〃And　Avdotya　Romanovna　can't　possibly　be　left　in　those　lodgings
  without　you。　Just　think　where　you　are　staying！　That　blackguard　Pyotr
  Petrovitch　couldn't　find　you　better　lodgings。。。　But　you　know　I've
  had　a　little　to　drink；　and　that's　what　makes　me。。。　swear；　don't　mind
  it。。。。〃
  〃But　I'll　go　to　the　landlady　here；〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　insisted；
  〃Ill　beseech　her　to　find　some　corner　for　Dounia　and　me　for　the
  night。　I　can't　leave　him　like　that；　I　cannot！〃
  This　conversation　took　place　on　the　landing　just　before　the
  landlady's　door。　Nastasya　lighted　them　from　a　step　below。　Razumihin
  was　in　extraordinary　excitement。　Half　an　hour　earlier；　while　he　was
  bringing　Raskolnikov　home；　he　had　indeed　talked　too　freely；　but　he　was
  aware　of　it　himself；　and　his　head　was　clear　in　spite　of　the　vast
  quantities　he　had　imbibed。　Now　he　was　in　a　state　bordering　on　ecstasy；
  and　all　that　he　had　drunk　seemed　to　fly　to　his　head　with　redoubled
  effect。　He　stood　with　the　two　ladies；　seizing　both　by　their　hands；
  persuading　them；　and　giving　them　reasons　with　astonishing　plainness　of
  speech；　and　at　almost　every　word　he　uttered；　probably　to　emphasize　his
  arguments；　he　squeezed　their　hands　painfully　as　in　a　vise。　He　stared
  at　Avdotya　Romanovna　without　the　least　regard　for　good　manners。　They
  sometimes　pulled　their　hands　out　of　his　huge　bony　paws；　but　far　from
  noticing　what　was　the　matter；　he　drew　them　all　the　closer　to　him。　If
  they'd　told　him　to　jump　head　foremost　from　the　staircase；　he　would
  have　done　it　without　thought　or　hesitation　in　their　service。　Though
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　felt　that　the　young　man　was　really　too
  eccentric　and　pinched　her　hand　too　much；　in　her　anxiety　over　her　Rodya
  she　looked　on　his　presence　as