died　and　that　daughter；　and　how　he　could　have　given　the　daughter　all
  the　money。。。　which。。。〃
  〃Which　cost　you　such　sacrifice；　mother；〃　put　in　Avdotya　Romanovna。
  〃He　was　not　himself　yesterday；〃　Razumihin　said　thoughtfully；　〃if　you
  only　knew　what　he　was　up　to　in　a　restaurant　yesterday；　though　there
  was　sense　in　it　too。。。。　Hm！　He　did　say　something；　as　we　were　going
  home　yesterday　evening；　about　a　dead　man　and　a　girl；　but　I　didn't
  understand　a　word。。。。　But　last　night；　I　myself。。。〃
  〃The　best　thing；　mother；　will　be　for　us　to　go　to　him　ourselves　and
  there　I　assure　you　we　shall　see　at　once　what's　to　be　done。　Besides；
  it's　getting　late…　good　heavens；　it's　past　ten；〃　she　cried　looking
  at　a　splendid　gold　enamelled　watch　which　hung　round　her　neck　on　a　thin
  Venetian　chain；　and　looked　entirely　out　of　keeping　with　the　rest　of
  her　dress。　〃A　present　from　her　fiance；〃　thought　Razumihin。
  〃We　must　start；　Dounia；　we　must　start；〃　her　mother　cried　in　a
  flutter。　〃He　will　be　thinking　we　are　still　angry　after　yesterday；　from
  our　coming　so　late。　Merciful　heavens！〃
  While　she　said　this　she　was　hurriedly　putting　on　her　hat　and　mantle；
  Dounia；　too；　put　on　her　things。　Her　gloves；　as　Razumihin　noticed；　were
  not　merely　shabby　but　had　holes　in　them；　and　yet　this　evident
  poverty　gave　the　two　ladies　an　air　of　special　dignity；　which　is　always
  found　in　people　who　know　how　to　wear　poor　clothes。　Razumihin　looked
  reverently　at　Dounia　and　felt　proud　of　escorting　her。　〃The　queen　who
  mended　her　stockings　in　prison；〃　he　thought；　〃must　have　looked　then
  every　inch　a　queen　and　even　more　a　queen　than　at　sumptuous　banquets
  and　levees。〃
  〃My　God；〃　exclaimed　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　〃little　did　I　think　that
  I　should　ever　fear　seeing　my　son；　my　darling；　darling　Rodya！　I　am
  afraid；　Dmitri　Prokofitch；〃　she　added；　glancing　at　him　timidly。
  〃Don't　be　afraid；　mother；〃　said　Dounia；　kissing　her；　〃better　have
  faith　in　him。〃
  〃Oh；　dear；　I　have　faith　in　him；　but　I　haven't　slept　all　night；〃
  exclaimed　the　poor　woman。
  They　came　out　into　the　street。
  〃Do　you　know；　Dounia；　when　I　dozed　a　little　this　morning　I　dreamed
  of　Marfa　Petrovna。。。　she　was　all　in　white。。。　she　came　up　to　me；　took
  my　hand；　and　shook　her　head　at　me；　but　so　sternly　as　though　she　were
  blaming　me。。。。　Is　that　a　good　omen？　Oh；　dear　me！　You　don't　know；
  Dmitri　Prokofitch；　that　Marfa　Petrovna's　dead！〃
  〃No；　I　didn't　know；　who　is　Marfa　Petrovna？〃
  〃She　died　suddenly；　and　only　fancy。。。〃
  〃Afterwards；　mamma；〃　put　in　Dounia。　〃He　doesn't　know　who　Marfa
  Petrovna　is。〃
  〃Ah；　you　don't　know？　And　I　was　thinking　that　you　knew　all　about
  us。　Forgive　me；　Dmitri　Prokofitch；　I　don't　know　what　I　am　thinking
  about　these　last　few　days。　I　look　upon　you　really　as　a　providence
  for　us；　and　so　I　took　it　for　granted　that　you　knew　all　about　us。　I
  look　on　you　as　a　relation。。。。　Don't　be　angry　with　me　for　saying　so。
  Dear　me；　what's　the　matter　with　your　right　hand？　Have　you　knocked　it？〃
  〃Yes；　I　bruised　it；〃　muttered　Razumihin　overjoyed。
  〃I　sometimes　speak　too　much　from　the　heart；　so　that　Dounia　finds
  fault　with　me。。。。　But；　dear　me；　what　a　cupboard　he　lives　in！　I
  wonder　whether　he　is　awake？　Does　this　woman；　his　landlady；　consider　it
  a　room？　Listen；　you　say　he　does　not　like　to　show　his　feelings；　so
  perhaps　I　shall　annoy　him　with　my。。。　weaknesses？　Do　advise　me；
  Dmitri　Prokofitch；　how　am　I　to　treat　him？　I　feel　quite　distracted；　you
  know。〃
  〃Don't　question　him　too　much　about　anything　if　you　see　him　frown！
  don't　ask　him　too　much　about　his　health；　he　doesn't　like　that。〃
  〃Ah；　Dmitri　Prokofitch；　how　hard　it　is　to　be　a　mother！　But　here
  are　the　stairs。。。。　What　an　awful　staircase！〃
  〃Mother；　you　are　quite　pale；　don't　distress　yourself；　darling；〃　said
  Dounia　caressing　her；　then　with　flashing　eyes　she　added：　〃He　ought
  to　be　happy　at　seeing　you；　and　you　are　tormenting　yourself　so。〃
  〃Wait；　I'll　peep　in　and　see　whether　he　has　waked　up。〃
  The　ladies　slowly　followed　Razumihin；　who　went　on　before；　and　when
  they　reached　the　landlady's　door　on　the　fourth　storey；　they　noticed
  that　her　door　was　a　tiny　crack　open　and　that　two　keen　black　eyes
  were　watching　them　from　the　darkness　within。　When　their　eyes　met；
  the　door　was　suddenly　shut　with　such　a　slam　that　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna　almost　cried　out。
  Chapter　Three
  〃HE　IS　well；　quite　well！〃　Zossimov　cried　cheerfully　as　they　entered。
  He　had　come　in　ten　minutes　earlier　and　was　sitting　in　the　same　place
  as　before；　on　the　sofa。　Raskolnikov　was　sitting　in　the　opposite
  corner；　fully　dressed　and　carefully　washed　and　combed；　as　he　had　not
  been　for　some　time　past。　The　room　was　immediately　crowded；　yet
  Nastasya　managed　to　follow　the　visitors　in　and　stayed　to　listen。
  Raskolnikov　really　was　almost　well；　as　compared　with　his　condition
  the　day　before；　but　he　was　still　pale；　listless；　and　sombre。　He　looked
  like　a　wounded　man　or　one　who　has　undergone　some　terrible　physical
  suffering。　His　brows　were　knitted；　his　lips　compressed；　his　eyes
  feverish。　He　spoke　little　and　reluctantly；　as　though　performing　a
  duty；　and　there　was　a　restlessness　in　his　movements。
  He　only　wanted　a　sling　on　his　arm　or　a　bandage　on　his　finger　to
  complete　the　impression　of　a　man　with　a　painful　abscess　or　a　broken
  arm。　The　pale；　sombre　face　lighted　up　for　a　moment　when　his　mother　and
  sister　entered；　but　this　only　gave　it　a　look　of　more　intense
  suffering；　in　place　of　its　listless　dejection。　The　light　soon　died
  away；　but　the　look　of　suffering　remained；　and　Zossimov；　watching　and
  studying　his　patient　with　all　the　zest　of　a　young　doctor　beginning
  to　practise；　noticed　in　him　no　joy　at　the　arrival　of　his　mother　and
  sister；　but　a　sort　of　bitter；　hidden　determination　to　bear　another
  hour　or　two　of　inevitable　torture。　He　saw　later　that　almost　every　word
  of　the　following　conversation　seemed　to　touch　on　some　sore　place　and
  irritate　it。　But　at　the　same　time　he　marvelled　at　the　power　of
  controlling　himself　and　hiding　his　feelings　in　a　patient　who　the
  previous　day　had；　like　a　monomaniac；　fallen　into　a　frenzy　at　the
  slightest　word。
  〃Yes；　I　see　myself　now　that　I　am　almost　well；〃　said　Raskolnikov；
  giving　his　mother　and　sister　a　kiss　of　welcome　which　made　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna　radiant　at　once。　〃And　I　don't　say　this　as　I　did
  yesterday；〃　he　said　addressing　Razumihin；　with　a　friendly　pressure
  of　his　hand。
  〃Yes；　indeed；　I　am　quite　surprised　at　him　to…day；〃　began　Zossimov；
  much　delighted　at　the　ladies'　entrance；　for　he　had　not　succeeded　in
  keeping　up　a　conversation　with　his　patient　for　ten　minutes。　〃In
  another　three　or　four　days；　if　he　goes　on　like　this；　he　will　be　just
  as　before；　that　is；　as　he　was　a　month　ago；　or　two。。。　or　perhaps　even
  three。　This　has　been　coming　on　for　a　long　while。。。。　eh？　Confess；
  now；　that　it　has　been　perhaps　your　own　fault？〃　he　added；　with　a
  tentative　smile；　as　though　still　afraid　of　irritating　him。
  〃It　is　very　possible；〃　answered　Raskolnikov　coldly。
  〃I　should　say；　too；〃　continued　Zossimov　with　zest；　〃that　your
  complete　recovery　depends　solely　on　yourself。　Now　that　one　can　talk　to
  you；　I　should　like　to　impress　upon　you　that　it　is　essential　to　avoid
  the　elementary；　so　to　speak；　fundamental　causes　tending　to　produce
  your　morbid　condition：　in　that