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 Romanovnas 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, thats 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, isnt 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 awaymore at ease. How little did I think yesterday in the train that I could ever be glad of that.
I tell you again, mother, he is still very ill. Dont you see it? Perhaps worrying about us upset him. We must be patient, and much, much can be forgiven.
Well, you were not very patient! Pulcheria Alexandrovna caught her up, hotly and jealously. Do you know, Dounia, I was looking at you two. You are the very portrait of him, and not so much in face as in soul. You are both melancholy, both morose and hot-tempered, both haughty and both generous. Surely he cant be an egoist, Dounia. Eh? When I think of what is in store for us this evening, my heart sinks!
Dont be uneasy, mother. What must be, will be.
Dounia, only think what a position we are in! What if Pyotr Petrovitch breaks it off? poor Pulcheria Alexandrovna blurted out, incautiously.
He wont be worth much if he does, answered Dounia, sharply and contemptuously.
We did well to come away, Pulcheria Alexandrovna hurriedly broke in. He was in a hurry about some business or other. If he gets out and has a breath of air it is fearfully close in his room. But where is one to get a breath of air here? The very streets here feel like shut-up rooms. Good heavens! what a town! stay this side they will crush youcarrying something. Why, it is a piano they have got, I declare how they push! I am very much afraid of that young woman, too.
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