to　enter。　Raskolnikov　had　at　first　shown　her　the　place　on　the　sofa
  where　Zossimov　had　been　sitting；　but　feeling　that　the　sofa　which
  served　him　as　a　bed；　was　too　familiar　a　place；　he　hurriedly　motioned
  her　to　Razumihin's　chair。
  〃You　sit　here；〃　he　said　to　Razumihin；　putting　him　on　the　sofa。
  Sonia　sat　down；　almost　shaking　with　terror；　and　looked　timidly　at
  the　two　ladies。　It　was　evidently　almost　inconceivable　to　herself
  that　she　could　sit　down　beside　them。　At　the　thought　of　it；　she　was
  so　frightened　that　she　hurriedly　got　up　again；　and　in　utter
  confusion　addressed　Raskolnikov。
  〃I。。。　I。。。　have　come　for　one　minute。　Forgive　me　for　disturbing　you；〃
  she　began　falteringly。　〃I　come　from　Katerina　Ivanovna；　and　she　had
  no　one　to　send。　Katerina　Ivanovna　told　me　to　beg　you。。。　to　be　at　the
  service。。。　in　the　morning。。。　at　Mitrofanievsky。。。　and　then。。。　to　us。。。
  to　her。。。　to　do　her　the　honour。。。　she　told　me　to　beg　you。。。〃　Sonia
  stammered　and　ceased　speaking。
  〃I　will　try；　certainly；　most　certainly；〃　answered　Raskolnikov。　He；
  too；　stood　up；　and　he；　too；　faltered　and　could　not　finish　his
  sentence。　〃Please　sit　down；〃　he　said；　suddenly。　〃I　want　to　talk　to
  you。　You　are　perhaps　in　a　hurry；　but　please；　be　so　kind；　spare　me
  two　minutes；〃　and　he　drew　up　a　chair　for　her。
  Sonia　sat　down　again；　and　again　timidly　she　took　a　hurried；
  frightened　look　at　the　two　ladies；　and　dropped　her　eyes。　Raskolnikov's
  pale　face　flushed；　a　shudder　passed　over　him；　his　eyes　glowed。
  〃Mother；〃　he　said；　firmly　and　insistently；　〃this　is　Sofya　Semyonovna
  Marmeladov；　the　daughter　of　that　unfortunate　Mr。　Marmeladov；　who　was
  run　over　yesterday　before　my　eyes；　and　of　whom　I　was　just　telling
  you。〃
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　glanced　at　Sonia；　and　slightly　screwed　up　her
  eyes。　In　spite　of　her　embarrassment　before　Rodya's　urgent　and
  challenging　look；　she　could　not　deny　herself　that　satisfaction。　Dounia
  gazed　gravely　and　intently　into　the　poor　girl's　face；　and
  scrutinised　her　with　perplexity。　Sonia；　hearing　herself　introduced；
  tried　to　raise　her　eyes　again；　but　was　more　embarrassed　than　ever。
  〃I　wanted　to　ask　you；〃　said　Raskolnikov；　hastily；　〃how　things　were
  arranged　yesterday。　You　were　not　worried　by　the　police；　for　instance？〃
  〃No；　that　was　all　right。。。　it　was　too　evident；　the　cause　of　death。。。
  they　did　not　worry　us。。。　only　the　lodgers　are　angry。〃
  〃Why？〃
  〃At　the　body's　remaining　so　long。　You　see　it　is　hot　now。　So　that；
  to…day；　they　will　carry　it　to　the　cemetery；　into　the　chapel；　until
  to…morrow。　At　first　Katerina　Ivanovna　was　unwilling；　but　now　she
  sees　herself　that　it's　necessary。。。〃
  〃To…day；　then？〃
  〃She　begs　you　to　do　us　the　honour　to　be　in　the　church　to…morrow
  for　the　service；　and　then　to　be　present　at　the　funeral　lunch。〃
  〃She　is　giving　a　funeral　lunch？〃
  〃Yes。。。　just　a　little。。。。　She　told　me　to　thank　you　very　much　for
  helping　us　yesterday。　But　for　you；　we　should　have　had　nothing　for
  the　funeral。〃
  All　at　once　her　lips　and　chin　began　trembling；　but；　with　an
  effort；　she　controlled　herself；　looking　down　again。
  During　the　conversation；　Raskolnikov　watched　her　carefully。　She
  had　a　thin；　very　thin；　pale　little　face；　rather　irregular　and　angular；
  with　a　sharp　little　nose　and　chin。　She　could　not　have　been　called
  pretty；　but　her　blue　eyes　were　so　clear；　and　when　they　lighted　up；
  there　was　such　a　kindliness　and　simplicity　in　her　expression　that
  one　could　not　help　being　attracted。　Her　face；　and　her　whole　figure
  indeed；　had　another　peculiar　characteristic。　In　spite　of　her
  eighteen　years；　she　looked　almost　a　little　girl…　almost　a　child。　And
  in　some　of　her　gestures；　this　childishness　seemed　almost　absurd。
  〃But　has　Katerina　Ivanovna　been　able　to　manage　with　such　small
  means？　Does　she　even　mean　to　have　a　funeral　lunch？〃　Raskolnikov　asked；
  persistently　keeping　up　the　conversation。
  〃The　coffin　will　be　plain；　of　course。。。　and　everything　will　be
  plain；　so　it　won't　cost　much。　Katerina　Ivanovna　and　I　have　reckoned　it
  all　out；　so　that　there　will　be　enough　left。。。　and　Katerina　Ivanovna
  was　very　anxious　it　should　be　so。　You　know　one　can't。。。　it's　a　comfort
  to　her。。。　she　is　like　that；　you　know。。。。〃
  〃I　understand；　I　understand。。。　of　course。。。　why　do　you　look　at　my
  room　like　that？　My　mother　has　just　said　it　is　like　a　tomb。〃
  〃You　gave　us　everything　yesterday；〃　Sonia　said　suddenly；　in　reply；
  in　a　loud　rapid　whisper；　and　again　she　looked　down　in　confusion。　Her
  lips　and　chin　were　trembling　once　more。　She　had　been　struck　at　once　by
  Raskolnikov's　poor　surroundings；　and　now　these　words　broke　out
  spontaneously。　A　silence　followed。　There　was　a　light　in　Dounia's　eyes；
  and　even　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　looked　kindly　at　Sonia。
  〃Rodya；〃　she　said；　getting　up；　〃we　shall　have　dinner　together；　of
  course。　Come；　Dounia。。。。　And　you；　Rodya；　had　better　go　for　a　little
  walk；　and　then　rest　and　lie　down　before　you　come　to　see　us。。。。　I　am
  afraid　we　have　exhausted　you。。。。〃
  〃Yes；　yes；　I'll　come；〃　he　answered；　getting　up　fussily。　〃But　I
  have　something　to　see　to。〃
  〃But　surely　you　will　have　dinner　together？〃　cried　Razumihin；　looking
  in　surprise　at　Raskolnikov。　〃What　do　you　mean？〃
  〃Yes；　yes；　I　am　coming。。。　of　course；　of　course！　And　you　stay　a
  minute。　You　do　not　want　him　just　now；　do　you；　mother？　Or　perhaps　I
  am　taking　him　from　you？〃
  〃Oh；　no；　no。　And　will　you；　Dmitri　Prokofitch；　do　us　the　favour　of
  dining　with　us？〃
  〃Please　do；〃　added　Dounia。
  Razumihin　bowed；　positively　radiant。　For　one　moment；　they　were　all
  strangely　embarrassed。
  〃Good…bye；　Rodya；　that　is　till　we　meet。　I　do　not　like　saying
  good…bye。　Good…bye；　Nastasya。　Ah；　I　have　said　good…bye　again。〃
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　meant　to　greet　Sonia；　too；　but　it　somehow
  failed　to　come　off；　and　she　went　in　a　flutter　out　of　the　room。
  But　Avdotya　Romanovna　seemed　to　await　her　turn；　and　following　her
  mother　out；　gave　Sonia　an　attentive；　courteous　bow。　Sonia；　in
  confusion；　gave　a　hurried；　frightened　curtsy。　There　was　a　look　of
  poignant　discomfort　in　her　face；　as　though　Avdotya　Romanovna's
  courtesy　and　attention　were　oppressive　and　painful　to　her。
  〃Dounia；　good…bye；〃　called　Raskolnikov；　in　the　passage。　〃Give　me
  your　hand。〃
  〃Why；　I　did　give　it　to　you。　Have　you　forgotten？〃　said　Dounia；
  turning　warmly　and　awkwardly　to　him。
  〃Never　mind；　give　it　to　me　again。〃　And　he　squeezed　her　fingers
  warmly。
  Dounia　smiled；　flushed；　pulled　her　hand　away；　and　went　off　quite
  happy。
  〃Come；　that's　capital；〃　he　said　to　Sonia；　going　back　and　looking
  brightly　at　her。　〃God　give　peace　to　the　dead；　the　living　have　still　to
  live。　That　is　right；　isn't　it？〃
  Sonia　looked　surprised　at　the　sudden　brightness　of　his　face。　He
  looked　at　her　for　some　moments　in　silence。　The　whole　history　of　the
  dead　father　floated　before　his　memory　in　those　moments。。。。
  …
  〃Heavens；　Dounia；〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　began；　as　soon　as　they
  were　in　the　street；　〃I　really　feel　relieved　myself　at　coming　away…
  more　at　ease。　How　little　did　I　thi