Really delirious? You dont say so! Porfiry shook his head in a womanish way.
Nonsense! Dont you believe it! But you dont believe it anyway, Raskolnikov let slip in his anger. But Porfiry Petrovitch did not seem to catch those strange words.
But how could you have gone out if you hadnt been delirious? Razumihin got hot suddenly. What did you go out for? What was the object of it? And why on the sly? Were you in your senses when you did it? Now that all danger is over I can speak plainly.
I was awfully sick of them yesterday. Raskolnikov addressed Porfiry suddenly with a smile of insolent defiance, I ran away from them to take lodgings where they wouldnt find me, and took a lot of money with me. Mr. Zametov there saw it. I say, Mr. Zametov, was I sensible or delirious yesterday; settle our dispute.
He could have strangled Zametov at that moment, so hateful were his expression and his silence to him.
In my opinion you talked sensibly and even artfully, but you were extremely irritable, Zametov pronounced dryly.
And Nikodim Fomitch was telling me to-day, put in Porfiry Petrovitch, that he met you very late last night in the lodging of a man who had been run over.
And there, said Razumihin, werent you mad then? You gave your last penny to the widow for the funeral. If you wanted to help, give fifteen or twenty even, but keep three roubles for yourself at least, but he flung away all the twenty-five at once!
Maybe I found a treasure somewhere and you know nothing of it? So thats why I was liberal yesterday. Mr. Zametov knows Ive found a treasure! Excuse us, please, for disturbing you for half an hour with such trivialities, he said, turning to Porfiry Petrovitch, with trembling lips. We are boring you, arent we?
Oh no, quite the contrary, quite the contrary! If only you knew how you interest me! Its interesting to look on and listen and I am really glad you have come forward at last.
But you might give us some tea! My throats dry, cried Razumihin.
Capital idea! Perhaps we will all keep you company. Wouldnt you like something more essential before tea?
Get along with you!
Porfiry Petrovitch went out to order tea.
Raskolnikovs thoughts were in a whirl. He was in terrible exasperation.
The worst of it is they dont disguise it; they dont care to stand on ceremony! And how if you didnt know me at all, did you come to talk to Nikodim Fomitch about me? So they dont care to hide that they are tracking me like a pack of dogs. They simply spit in my face. He was shaking with rage. Come, strike me openly, dont play with me like a cat with a mouse. Its hardly civil, Porfiry Petrovitch, but perhaps I wont allow it! I shall get up and throw the whole truth in your ugly faces, and youll see how I despise you. He could hardly breathe. And what if its only my fancy? What if I am mistaken, and through inexperience I get angry and dont keep up my nasty part? Perhaps its all unintentional. All their phrases are the usual ones, but there is something about them. It all might be said, but there is something. Why did he say bluntly, With her? Why did Zametov add that I spoke artfully? Why do they speak in that tone? Yes, the tone. Razumihin is sitting here, why does he see nothing? That innocent blockhead never does see anything! Feverish again! Did Porfiry wink at me just now? Of course its nonsense!
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