new　world　was　opening　before　her。　She　remembered　suddenly　that
  Raskolnikov　meant　to　come　to　her　that　day；　perhaps　at　once！
  〃Only　not　to…day；　please；　not　to…day！〃　she　kept　muttering　with　a
  sinking　heart；　as　though　entreating　some　one；　like　a　frightened　child。
  〃Mercy！　to　me。。。　to　that　room。。。　he　will　see。。。　oh；　dear！〃
  She　was　not　capable　at　that　instant　of　noticing　an　unknown　gentleman
  who　was　watching　her　and　following　at　her　heels。　He　had　accompanied
  her　from　the　gateway。　At　the　moment　when　Razumihin；　Raskolnikov；　and
  she　stood　still　at　parting　on　the　pavement；　this　gentleman；　who　was
  just　passing；　started　on　hearing　Sonia's　words：　〃and　I　asked　where　Mr。
  Raskolnikov　lived？〃　He　turned　a　rapid　but　attentive　look　upon　all
  three；　especially　upon　Raskolnikov；　to　whom　Sonia　was　speaking；　then
  looked　back　and　noted　the　house。　All　this　was　done　in　an　instant　as　he
  passed；　and　trying　not　to　betray　his　interest；　he　walked　on　more
  slowly　as　though　waiting　for　something。　He　was　waiting　for　Sonia；　he
  saw　that　they　were　parting；　and　that　Sonia　was　going　home。
  〃Home？　Where？　I've　seen　that　face　somewhere；〃　he　thought。　〃I　must
  find　out。〃
  At　the　turning　he　crossed　over；　looked　round；　and　saw　Sonia　coming
  the　same　way；　noticing　nothing。　She　turned　the　corner。　He　followed　her
  on　the　other　side。　After　about　fifty　paces　he　crossed　over　again；
  overtook　her　and　kept　two　or　three　yards　behind　her。
  He　was　a　man　about　fifty；　rather　tall　and　thickly　set；　with　broad
  high　shoulders　which　made　him　look　as　though　he　stooped　a　little。　He
  wore　good　and　fashionable　clothes；　and　looked　like　a　gentleman　of
  position。　He　carried　a　handsome　cane；　which　he　tapped　on　the
  pavement　at　each　step；　his　gloves　were　spotless。　He　had　a　broad；
  rather　pleasant　face　with　high　cheek…bones　and　a　fresh　colour；　not
  often　seen　in　Petersburg。　His　flaxen　hair　was　still　abundant；　and　only
  touched　here　and　there　with　grey；　and　his　thick　square　beard　was
  even　lighter　than　his　hair。　His　eyes　were　blue　and　had　a　cold　and
  thoughtful　look；　his　lips　were　crimson。　He　was　a　remarkedly
  well…preserved　man　and　looked　much　younger　than　his　years。
  When　Sonia　came　out　on　the　canal　bank；　they　were　the　only　two
  persons　on　the　pavement。　He　observed　her　dreaminess　and　preoccupation。
  On　reaching　the　house　where　she　lodged；　Sonia　turned　in　at　the　gate；
  he　followed　her；　seeming　rather　surprised。　In　the　courtyard　she　turned
  to　the　right　corner。　〃Bah！〃　muttered　the　unknown　gentleman；　and
  mounted　the　stairs　behind　her。　Only　then　Sonia　noticed　him。　She
  reached　the　third　storey；　turned　down　the　passage；　and　rang　at　No。
  9。　On　the　door　was　inscribed　in　chalk；　〃Kapernaumov；　Tailor。〃　〃Bah！〃
  the　stranger　repeated　again；　wondering　at　the　strange　coincidence；　and
  he　rang　next　door；　at　No。　8。　The　doors　were　two　or　three　yards　apart。
  〃You　lodge　at　Kapernaumov's；〃　he　said；　looking　at　Sonia　and
  laughing。　〃He　altered　a　waistcoat　for　me　yesterday。　I　am　staying　close
  here　at　Madame　Resslich's。　How　odd！〃　Sonia　looked　at　him　attentively。
  〃We　are　neighbours；〃　he　went　on　gaily。　〃I　only　came　to　town　the
  day　before　yesterday。　Good…bye　for　the　present。〃
  Sonia　made　no　reply；　the　door　opened　and　she　slipped　in。　She　felt
  for　some　reason　ashamed　and　uneasy。
  On　the　way　to　Porfiry's；　Razumihin　was　obviously　excited。
  〃That's　capital；　brother；〃　he　repeated　several　times；　〃and　I　am
  glad！　I　am　glad！〃
  〃What　are　you　glad　about？〃　Raskolnikov　thought　to　himself。
  〃I　didn't　know　that　you　pledged　things　at　the　old　woman's；　too。
  And。。。　was　it　long　ago？　I　mean；　was　it　long　since　you　were　there？〃
  〃What　a　simple…hearted　fool　he　is！〃
  〃When　was　it？〃　Raskolnikov　stopped　still　to　recollect。　〃Two　or　three
  days　before　her　death　it　must　have　been。　But　I　am　not　going　to
  redeem　the　things　now；〃　he　put　in　with　a　sort　of　hurried　and
  conspicuous　solicitude　about　the　things。　〃I've　not　more　than　a
  silver　rouble　left。。。　after　last　night's　accursed　delirium！〃
  He　laid　special　emphasis　on　the　delirium。
  〃Yes；　yes；〃　Razumihin　hastened　to　agree…　with　what　was　not　clear。
  〃Then　that's　why　you。。。　were　struck。。。　partly。。。　you　know　in　your
  delirium　you　were　continually　mentioning　some　rings　or　chains！　Yes；
  yes。。。　that's　clear；　it's　all　clear　now。〃
  〃Hullo！　How　that　idea　must　have　got　about　among　them。　Here　this
  man　will　go　to　the　stake　for　me；　and　I　find　him　delighted　at　having　it
  cleared　up　why　I　spoke　of　rings　in　my　delirium！　What　a　hold　the　idea
  must　have　on　all　of　them！〃
  〃Shall　we　find　him？〃　he　asked　suddenly。
  〃Oh；　yes；〃　Razumihin　answered　quickly。　〃He　is　a　nice　fellow　you　will
  see；　brother。　Rather　clumsy；　that　is　to　say；　he　is　a　man　of　polished
  manners；　but　I　mean　clumsy　in　a　different　sense。　He　is　an
  intelligent　fellow；　very　much　so　indeed；　but　he　has　his　own　range　of
  ideas。。。。　He　is　incredulous；　sceptical；　cynical。。。　he　likes　to
  impose　on　people；　or　rather　to　make　fun　of　them。　His　is　the　old；
  circumstantial　method。。。。　But　he　understands　his　work。。。
  thoroughly。。。。　Last　year　he　cleared　up　a　case　of　murder　in　which　the
  police　had　hardly　a　clue。　He　is　very；　very　anxious　to　make　your
  acquaintance。〃
  〃On　what　grounds　is　he　so　anxious？〃
  〃Oh；　it's　not　exactly。。。　you　see；　since　you've　been　ill　I　happen
  to　have　mentioned　you　several　times。。。。　So；　when　he　heard　about　you。。。
  about　your　being　a　law　student　and　not　able　to　finish　your　studies；　he
  said；　'What　a　pity！'　And　so　I　concluded。。。　from　everything　together；
  not　only　that；　yesterday；　Zametov。。。　you　know；　Rodya；　I　talked　some
  nonsense　on　the　way　home　to　you　yesterday；　when　I　was　drunk。。。　I　am
  afraid；　brother；　of　your　exaggerating　it；　you　see。〃
  〃What？　That　they　think　I　am　a　madman？　Maybe　they　are　right；〃　he　said
  with　a　constrained　smile。
  〃Yes；　yes。。。。　That　is；　pooh；　no！。。。　But　all　that　I　said　（and　there
  was　something　else　too）　it　was　all　nonsense；　drunken　nonsense。〃
  〃But　why　are　you　apologizing？　I　am　so　sick　of　it　all！〃　Raskolnikov
  cried　with　exaggerated　irritability。　It　was　partly　assumed；　however。
  〃I　know；　I　know；　I　understand。　Believe　me；　I　understand。　One's
  ashamed　to　speak　of　it。〃
  〃If　you　are　ashamed；　then　don't　speak　of　it。〃
  Both　were　silent。　Razumihin　was　more　than　ecstatic　and　Raskolnikov
  perceived　it　with　repulsion。　He　was　alarmed；　too；　by　what　Razumihin
  had　just　said　about　Porfiry。
  〃I　shall　have　to　pull　a　long　face　with　him　too；〃　he　thought；　with
  a　beating　heart；　and　he　turned　white；　〃and　do　it　naturally；　too。　But
  the　most　natural　thing　would　be　to　do　nothing　at　all。　Carefully　do
  nothing　at　all！　No；　carefully　would　not　be　natural　again。。。。　Oh；　well；
  we　shall　see　how　it　turns　out。。。。　We　shall　see。。。　directly。　Is　it　a
  good　thing　to　go　or　not？　The　butterfly　flies　to　the　light。　My　heart　is
  beating；　that's　what's　bad！〃
  〃In　this　grey　house；〃　said　Razumihin。
  〃The　most　important　thing；　does　Porfiry　know　that　I　was　at　the　old
  hag's　flat　yesterday。。。　and　asked　about　the　blood？　I　must　find　that
  out　instantly；　as　soon　as　I　go　in；　find　out　from　his　face；
  otherwise。。。　I'll　find　out；　if　it's　my　ruin。〃
  〃I　say；　brother；〃　he　said　suddenly；　addressing　Razumihin；　with　a　sly
  smile；　〃I　have　been　noticing　all　day　that　you　seem　to　be　curiously
  excited。　Isn't　it　so？〃
  〃Excited？　Not　a　bit　of　it；〃　said　Razumihin；　stung　to　the　quick。
  〃Yes；　brother；　I　assure　you　it's　noticeable。　Why；　you　sat　on　your
  chair　in　a　way　you　never　do　sit；　o