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I am fond of laughter. My temperament leads me to dread apoplexy. But, pray, do sit down why remain standing? Do, I must request you, batuchka; otherwise I shall fancy that you are cross." His brows still knit, Raskolnikoff held his tongue, listened, and watched. In the meanwhile he sat down.
When Raskolnikoff recognized her he seemed struck with the greatest astonishment, although there was nothing strange about such a meeting. "You ought to decide yourself, Elizabeth Ivanovna," said the man. "Come to-morrow at seven o'clock." "To-morrow?" said Elizabeth slowly, as if undecided. "She is frightened of Alena Ivanovna," cried the wife, a brisk little woman.
Porphyrius blinked a little, and commenced rolling his cigarette. "Speak! speak!" Raskolnikoff mutely cried in his heart. "What are you going to say?" "Oh, these cigarettes!" Porphyrius Petrovitch commenced at last, "they'll be the death of me, and yet I can't give them up! I am always coughing a tickling in the throat is setting in, and I am asthmatical.
One might have fancied that he wished to say something more. But he did not do so. "Forgive my strange manner just now, Porphyrius Petrovitch, I was hasty," began Raskolnikoff, who had regained all his self- possession, and who even experienced an irresistible wish to chaff the magistrate. "Don't say any more, it was nothing," replied Porphyrius in almost joyful tone. "Till we meet again!"
Deciding to go out, in search of fresh air, he took up his cap and made for the door, deep in thought. For the first time he felt in the best of health, really well. He opened the door, and encountered Porphyrius face to face. The latter entered. Raskolnikoff staggered for a moment, but quickly recovered. The visit did not dismay him.
Suddenly Raskolnikoff heard the student give the officer the address of Alena Ivanovna, the widow of a professor, as one who lent money on pledges. This alone struck Raskolnikoff as very peculiar. They were talking of the same person he had just been to see.
Raskolnikoff allowed himself to sink on the chair that was offered him, but he could not take his eyes off Elia Petrovitch, whose face expressed a very unpleasant surprise. For a moment both men looked at one another in silence. Water was brought! "It was I " commenced Raskolnikoff. "Drink."
The State provides me with that. I am here as it were on the wing, because certain alterations are being made in my rooms. Everything is almost straight now. Do you know that quarters provided by the State are by no means to be despised?" "I believe you," answered Raskolnikoff, looking at him almost derisively.
"He could hardly hold the pen to sign his name," the clerk explained, at the same time going back to his books. "Have you been ill very long?" cried Elia Petrovitch from his table; he had run to see the swoon and returned to his place. "Since yesterday," murmured Raskolnikoff in reply. "You went out yesterday?" "I did." "Ill?" "Ill!" "At what time?" "Eight o'clock in the evening."
Well, I am certain, quite certain, as to his innocence," he went on, once more addressing himself to Raskolnikoff. "But what was to be done? It has been necessary to disturb Dmitri. Now, what I wanted to ask was: On going upstairs was it not between seven and eight you entered the house?" "Yes," replied Raskolnikoff and he immediately regretted an answer he ought to have avoided.
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