he　had　made　in　temper；　through　impulsiveness　and　irritability。。。。
  Moreover；　all　that　morning　one　unpleasantness　followed　another。　He
  even　found　a　hitch　awaiting　him　in　his　legal　case　in　the　Senate。　He
  was　particularly　irritated　by　the　owner　of　the　flat　which　had　been
  taken　in　view　of　his　approaching　marriage　and　was　being　redecorated　at
  his　own　expense；　the　owner；　a　rich　German　tradesman；　would　not
  entertain　the　idea　of　breaking　the　contract　which　had　just　been　signed
  and　insisted　on　the　full　forfeit　money；　though　Pyotr　Petrovitch
  would　be　giving　him　back　the　flat　practically　redecorated。　In　the　same
  way　the　upholsterers　refused　to　return　a　single　rouble　of　the
  instalment　paid　for　the　furniture　purchased　but　not　yet　removed　to　the
  flat。
  〃Am　I　to　get　married　simply　for　the　sake　of　the　furniture？〃　Pyotr
  Petrovitch　ground　his　teeth　and　at　the　same　time　once　more　he　had　a
  gleam　of　desperate　hope。　〃Can　all　that　be　really　so　irrevocably
  over？　Is　it　no　use　to　make　another　effort？〃　The　thought　of　Dounia　sent
  a　voluptuous　pang　through　his　heart。　He　endured　anguish　at　that
  moment；　and　if　it　had　been　possible　to　slay　Raskolnikov　instantly　by
  wishing　it；　Pyotr　Petrovitch　would　promptly　have　uttered　the　wish。
  〃It　was　my　mistake；　too；　not　to　have　given　them　money；〃　he
  thought；　as　he　returned　dejectedly　to　Lebeziatnikov's　room；　〃and　why
  on　earth　was　I　such　a　Jew？　It　was　false　economy！　I　meant　to　keep
  them　without　a　penny　so　that　they　should　turn　to　me　as　their
  providence；　and　look　at　them！　Foo！　If　I'd　spent　some　fifteen　hundred
  roubles　on　them　for　the　trousseau　and　presents；　on　knick…knacks；
  dressing…cases；　jewellery；　materials；　and　all　that　sort　of　trash
  from　Knopp's　and　the　English　shop；　my　position　would　have　been
  better　and。。。　stronger！　They　could　not　have　refused　me　so　easily！　They
  are　the　sort　of　people　that　would　feel　bound　to　return　money　and
  presents　if　they　broke　it　off；　and　they　would　find　it　hard　to　do　it！
  And　their　consciences　would　prick　them：　how　can　we　dismiss　a　man　who
  has　hitherto　been　so　generous　and　delicate？。。。。　H'm！　I've　made　a
  blunder。〃
  And　grinding　his　teeth　again；　Pyotr　Petrovitch　called　himself　a
  fool…　but　not　aloud；　of　course。
  He　returned　home；　twice　as　irritated　and　angry　as　before。　The
  preparations　for　the　funeral　dinner　at　Katerina　Ivanovna's　excited　his
  curiosity　as　he　passed。　He　had　heard　about　it　the　day　before；　he
  fancied；　indeed；　that　he　had　been　invited；　but　absorbed　in　his　own
  cares　he　had　paid　no　attention。　Inquiring　of　Madame　Lippevechsel　who
  was　busy　laying　the　table　while　Katerina　Ivanovna　was　away　at　the
  cemetery；　he　heard　that　the　entertainment　was　to　be　a　great　affair；
  that　all　the　lodgers　had　been　invited；　among　them　some　who　had　not
  known　the　dead　man；　that　even　Andrey　Semyonovitch　Lebeziatnikov　was
  invited　in　spite　of　his　previous　quarrel　with　Katerina　Ivanovna；
  that　he；　Pyotr　Petrovitch；　was　not　only　invited；　but　was　eagerly
  expected　as　he　was　the　most　important　of　the　lodgers。　Amalia
  Ivanovna　herself　had　been　invited　with　great　ceremony　in　spite　of
  the　recent　unpleasantness；　and　so　she　was　very　busy　with
  preparations　and　was　taking　a　positive　pleasure　in　them；　she　was
  moreover　dressed　up　to　the　nines；　all　in　new　black　silk；　and　she　was
  proud　of　it。　All　this　suggested　an　idea　to　Pyotr　Petrovitch　and　he
  went　into　his　room；　or　rather　Lebeziatnikov's；　somewhat　thoughtful。　He
  had　learnt　that　Raskolnikov　was　to　be　one　of　the　guests。
  Andrey　Semyonovitch　had　been　at　home　all　the　morning。　The　attitude
  of　Pyotr　Petrovitch　to　this　gentleman　was　strange；　though　perhaps
  natural。　Pyotr　Petrovitch　had　despised　and　hated　him　from　the　day　he
  came　to　stay　with　him　and　at　the　same　time　he　seemed　somewhat　afraid
  of　him。　He　had　not　come　to　stay　with　him　on　his　arrival　in
  Petersburg　simply　from　parsimony；　though　that　had　been　perhaps　his
  chief　object。　He　had　heard　of　Andrey　Semyonovitch；　who　had　once　been
  his　ward；　as　a　leading　young　progressive　who　was　taking　an　important
  part　in　certain　interesting　circles；　the　doings　of　which　were　a　legend
  in　the　provinces。　It　had　impressed　Pyotr　Petrovitch。　These　powerful
  omniscient　circles　who　despised　every　one　and　showed　every　one　up
  had　long　inspired　in　him　a　peculiar　but　quite　vague　alarm。　He　had　not；
  of　course；　been　able　to　form　even　an　approximate　notion　of　what　they
  meant。　He；　like　every　one；　had　heard　that　there　were；　especially　in
  Petersburg；　progressives　of　some　sort；　nihilists　and　so　on；　and；
  like　many　people；　he　exaggerated　and　distorted　the　significance　of
  those　words　to　an　absurd　degree。　What　for　many　years　past　he　had
  feared　more　than　anything　was　being　shown　up　and　this　was　the　chief
  ground　for　his　continual　uneasiness　at　the　thought　of　transferring　his
  business　to　Petersburg。　He　was　afraid　of　this　as　little　children　are
  sometimes　panic…stricken。　Some　years　before；　when　he　was　just　entering
  on　his　own　career；　he　had　come　upon　two　cases　in　which　rather
  important　personages　in　the　province；　patrons　of　his；　had　been　cruelly
  shown　up。　One　instance　had　ended　in　great　scandal　for　the　person
  attacked　and　the　other　had　very　nearly　ended　in　serious　trouble。　For
  this　reason　Pyotr　Petrovitch　intended　to　go　into　the　subject　as　soon
  as　he　reached　Petersburg　and；　if　necessary；　to　anticipate
  contingencies　by　seeking　the　favour　of　〃our　younger　generation。〃　He
  relied　on　Andrey　Semyonovitch　for　this　and　before　his　visit　to
  Raskolnikov　he　had　succeeded　in　picking　up　some　current　phrases。　He
  soon　discovered　that　Andrey　Semyonovitch　was　a　commonplace
  simpleton；　but　that　by　no　means　reassured　Pyotr　Petrovitch。　Even　if　he
  had　been　certain　that　all　the　progressives　were　fools　like　him；　it
  would　not　have　allayed　his　uneasiness。　All　the　doctrines；　the　ideas；
  the　systems　with　which　Andrey　Semyonovitch　pestered　him　had　no
  interest　for　him。　He　had　his　own　object…　he　simply　wanted　to　find
  out　at　once　what　was　happening　here。　Had　these　people　any　power　or
  not？　Had　he　anything　to　fear　from　them？　Would　they　expose　any
  enterprise　of　his？　And　what　precisely　was　now　the　object　of　their
  attacks？　Could　he　somehow　make　up　to　them　and　get　round　them　if　they
  really　were　powerful？　Was　this　the　thing　to　do　or　not？　Couldn't　he
  gain　something　through　them？　In　fact　hundreds　of　questions　presented
  themselves。
  Andrey　Semyonovitch　was　an　anaemic；　scrofulous　little　man；　with
  strangely　flaxen　mutton…chop　whiskers　of　which　he　was　very　proud。　He
  was　a　clerk　and　had　almost　always　something　wrong　with　his　eyes。　He
  was　rather　soft…hearted；　but　self…confident　and　sometimes　extremely
  conceited　in　speech　which　had　an　absurd　effect；　incongruous　with　his
  little　figure。　He　was　one　of　the　lodgers　most　respected　by　Amalia
  Ivanovna；　for　he　did　not　get　drunk　and　paid　regularly　for　his
  lodgings。　Andrey　Semyonovitch　really　was　rather　stupid；　he　attached
  himself　to　the　cause　of　progress　and　〃our　younger　generation〃　from
  enthusiasm。　He　was　one　of　the　numerous　and　varied　legion　of
  dullards；　of　half…animate　abortions；　conceited；　half…educated
  coxcombs；　who　attach　themselves　to　the　idea　most　in　fashion　only　to
  vulgarise　it　and　who　caricature　every　cause　they　serve；　however
  sincerely。
  Though　Lebeziatnikov　was　so　good…natured；　he；　too；　was　beginning
  to　dislike　Pyotr　Petrovitch。　This　happened　on　both　sides
  unconsciously。　However　simple　Andrey　Semyonovitch　might　be；　he　began
  to　see　that　Pyotr　Petrovitch　was　duping　him　and　secretly　despising
  him；　and　that　〃he　was　not　the　right　sort　of　man。〃　He　had　tried
  expounding　to　him　the　system　of　Fourier　and　the　Darwinian　theory；
  but　of　late　Pyotr　Petrovitch　began　to　listen　too　sarcastically　and
  even　to　be　rude。　The　fact　was　he　had　begun　instinctively　to　guess　that
  Lebeziatnikov　was　not　merely　a　com