〃No；　not　from　me；　but　I　knew　he　went　to　you　and　why　he　went；〃
  Raskolnikov　answered　sharply。
  〃You　knew？〃
  〃I　knew。　What　of　it？〃
  〃Why　this；　Rodion　Romanovitch；　that　I　know　more　than　that　about　you；
  I　know　about　everything。　I　know　how　you　went　to　take　a　flat　at　night
  when　it　was　dark　and　how　you　rang　the　bell　and　asked　about　the
  blood；　so　that　the　workmen　and　the　porter　did　not　know　what　to　make　of
  it。　Yes；　I　understand　your　state　of　mind　at　that　time。。。　but　you'll
  drive　yourself　mad　like　that；　upon　my　word！　You'll　lose　your　head！
  You're　full　of　generous　indignation　at　the　wrongs　you've　received；
  first　from　destiny；　and　then　from　the　police　officers；　and　so　you　rush
  from　one　thing　to　another　to　force　them　to　speak　out　and　make　an　end
  of　it　all；　because　you　are　sick　of　all　this　suspicion　and　foolishness。
  That's　so；　isn't　it？　I　have　guessed　how　you　feel；　haven't　I？　Only　in
  that　way　you'll　lose　your　head　and　Razumihin's；　too；　he's　too　good　a
  man　for　such　a　position；　you　must　know　that。　You　are　ill　and　he　is
  good　and　your　illness　is　infectious　for　him。。。　I'll　tell　you　about
  it　when　you　are　more　yourself。。。。　But　do　sit　down；　for　goodness'　sake。
  Please　rest；　you　look　shocking；　do　sit　down。〃
  Raskolnikov　sat　down；　he　no　longer　shivered；　he　was　hot　all　over。　In
  amazement　he　listened　with　strained　attention　to　Porfiry　Petrovitch
  who　still　seemed　frightened　as　he　looked　after　him　with　friendly
  solicitude。　But　he　did　not　believe　a　word　he　said；　though　he　felt　a
  strange　inclination　to　believe。　Porfiry's　unexpected　words　about　the
  flat　had　utterly　overwhelmed　him。　〃How　can　it　be；　he　knows　about　the
  flat　then；〃　he　thought　suddenly；　〃and　he　tells　it　me　himself！〃
  〃Yes；　in　our　legal　practice　there　was　a　case　almost　exactly　similar；
  a　case　of　morbid　psychology；〃　Porfiry　went　on　quickly。　〃A　man
  confessed　to　murder　and　how　he　kept　it　up！　It　was　a　regular
  hallucination；　he　brought　forward　facts；　he　imposed　upon　every　one　and
  why？　He　had　been　partly；　but　only　partly；　unintentionally　the　cause　of
  a　murder　and　when　he　knew　that　he　had　given　the　murderers　the
  opportunity；　he　sank　into　dejection；　it　got　on　his　mind　and　turned　his
  brain；　he　began　imagining　things　and　he　persuaded　himself　that　he
  was　the　murderer。　But　at　last　the　High　Court　of　Appeals　went　into　it
  and　the　poor　fellow　was　acquitted　and　put　under　proper　care。　Thanks　to
  the　Court　of　Appeals！　Tut…tut…tut！　Why；　my　dear　fellow；　you　may
  drive　yourself　into　delirium　if　you　have　the　impulse　to　work　upon　your
  nerves；　to　go　ringing　bells　at　night　and　asking　about　blood！　I've
  studied　all　this　morbid　psychology　in　my　practice。　A　man　is
  sometimes　tempted　to　jump　out　of　a　window　or　from　a　belfry。　Just　the
  same　with　bell…ringing。。。。　It's　all　illness；　Rodion　Romanovitch！　You
  have　begun　to　neglect　your　illness。　You　should　consult　an
  experienced　doctor；　what's　the　good　of　that　fat　fellow？　You　are
  lightheaded！　You　were　delirious　when　you　did　all　this！〃
  For　a　moment　Raskolnikov　felt　everything　going　round。
  〃Is　it　possible；　is　it　possible；〃　flashed　through　his　mind；　〃that　he
  is　still　lying？　He　can't　be；　he　can't　be。〃　He　rejected　that　idea；
  feeling　to　what　a　degree　of　fury　it　might　drive　him；　feeling　that　that
  fury　might　drive　him　mad。
  〃I　was　not　delirious。　I　knew　what　I　was　doing；〃　he　cried；
  straining　every　faculty　to　penetrate　Porfiry's　game；　〃I　was　quite
  myself；　do　you　hear？〃
  〃Yes；　I　hear　and　understand。　You　said　yesterday　you　were　not
  delirious；　you　were　particularly　emphatic　about　it！　I　understand　all
  you　can　tell　me！　A…ach！。。。　Listen；　Rodion　Romanovitch；　my　dear　fellow。
  If　you　were　actually　a　criminal；　or　were　somehow　mixed　up　in　this
  damnable　business；　would　you　insist　that　you　were　not　delirious　but　in
  full　possession　of　your　faculties？　And　so　emphatically　and
  persistently？　Would　it　be　possible？　Quite　impossible；　to　my
  thinking。　If　you　had　anything　on　your　conscience；　you　certainly
  ought　to　insist　that　you　were　delirious。　That's　so；　isn't　it？〃
  There　was　a　note　of　slyness　in　this　inquiry。　Raskolnikov　drew　back
  on　the　sofa　as　Porfiry　bent　over　him　and　stared　in　silent　perplexity
  at　him。
  〃Another　thing　about　Razumihin…　you　certainly　ought　to　have　said
  that　he　came　of　his　own　accord；　to　have　concealed　your　part　in　it！　But
  you　don't　conceal　it！　You　lay　stress　on　his　coming　at　your
  instigation。〃
  Raskolnikov　had　not　done　so。　A　chill　went　down　his　back。
  〃You　keep　telling　lies；〃　he　said　slowly　and　weakly；　twisting　his
  lips　into　a　sickly　smile；　〃you　are　trying　again　to　show　that　you
  know　all　my　game；　that　you　know　all　I　shall　say　beforehand；〃　he
  said；　conscious　himself　that　he　was　not　weighing　his　words　as　he
  ought。　〃You　want　to　frighten　me。。。　or　you　are　simply　laughing　at
  me。。。〃
  He　still　stared　at　him　as　he　said　this　and　again　there　was　a　light
  of　intense　hatred　in　his　eyes。
  〃You　keep　lying；〃　he　said。　〃You　know　perfectly　well　that　the　best
  policy　for　the　criminal　is　to　tell　the　truth　as　nearly　as
  possible。。。　to　conceal　as　little　as　possible。　I　don't　believe　you！〃
  〃What　a　wily　person　you　are！〃　Porfiry　tittered；　〃there's　no　catching
  you；　you've　a　perfect　monomania。　So　you　don't　believe　me？　But　still
  you　do　believe　me；　you　believe　a　quarter；　I'll　soon　make　you　believe
  the　whole；　because　I　have　a　sincere　liking　for　you　and　genuinely
  wish　you　good。〃
  Raskolnikov's　lips　trembled。
  〃Yes；　I　do；〃　went　on　Porfiry；　touching　Raskolnikov's　arm　genially；
  〃you　must　take　care　of　your　illness。　Besides；　your　mother　and　sister
  are　here　now；　you　must　think　of　them。　You　must　soothe　and　comfort　them
  and　you　do　nothing　but　frighten　them。。。〃
  〃What　has　that　to　do　with　you？　How　do　you　know　it？　What　concern　is
  it　of　yours？　You　are　keeping　watch　on　me　and　want　to　let　me　know　it？〃
  〃Good　heavens！　Why；　I　learnt　it　all　from　you　yourself！　You　don't
  notice　that　in　your　excitement　you　tell　me　and　others　everything。　From
  Razumihin；　too；　I　learnt　a　number　of　interesting　details　yesterday。
  No；　you　interrupted　me；　but　I　must　tell　you　that；　for　all　your　wit；
  your　suspiciousness　makes　you　lose　the　common…sense　view　of　things。　To
  return　to　bell…ringing；　for　instance。　I；　an　examining　lawyer；　have
  betrayed　a　precious　thing　like　that；　a　real　fact　（for　it　is　a　fact
  worth　having）；　and　you　see　nothing　in　it！　Why；　if　I　had　the
  slightest　suspicion　of　you；　should　I　have　acted　like　that？　No；　I
  should　first　have　disarmed　your　suspicions　and　not　let　you　see　I
  knew　of　that　fact；　should　have　diverted　your　attention　and　suddenly
  have　dealt　you　a　knock…down　blow　（your　expression）　saying：　'And　what
  were　you　doing；　sir；　pray；　at　ten　or　nearly　eleven　at　the　murdered
  woman's　flat　and　why　did　you　ring　the　bell　and　why　did　you　ask　about
  blood？　And　why　did　you　invite　the　porters　to　go　with　you　to　the　police
  station；　to　the　lieutenant？'　That's　how　I　ought　to　have　acted　if　I　had
  a　grain　of　suspicion　of　you。　I　ought　to　have　taken　your　evidence　in
  due　form；　searched　your　lodging　and　perhaps　have　arrested　you；
  too。。。　so　I　have　no　suspicion　of　you；　since　I　have　not　done　that！
  But　you　can't　look　at　it　normally　and　you　see　nothing；　I　say　again。〃
  Raskolnikov　started　so　that　Porfiry　Petrovitch　could　not　fail　to
  perceive　it。
  〃You　are　lying　all　the　while；〃　he　cried；　〃I　don't　know　your
  object；　but　you　are　lying。　You　did　not　speak　like　that　just　now　and
  I　cannot　be　mistaken！〃
  〃I　am　lying？〃　Porfiry　repeated；