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of his coarse and envious heart”! And would such a dream ever be permissible to him, Razumihin? What was he beside such a girl⁠—he, the drunken noisy braggart of last night? Was it possible to imagine so absurd and cynical a juxtaposition? Razumihin blushed desperately at the very idea and suddenly the recollection forced itself vividly upon him of how he had said last night on the stairs that the landlady would be jealous of Avdotya Romanovna⁠ ⁠… that was simply intolerable. He brought his fist down heavily on the kitchen stove, hurt his hand and sent one of the bricks flying.

“Of course,” he muttered to himself a minute later with a feeling of self-abasement, “of course, all these infamies can never be wiped out or smoothed over⁠ ⁠… and so it’s useless even to think of it, and I must go to them in silence and do my duty⁠ ⁠… in silence, too⁠ ⁠… and not ask forgiveness, and say nothing⁠ ⁠… for all is lost now!”

And yet as he dressed he examined his attire more carefully than usual. He hadn’t another suit⁠—if he had had, perhaps he wouldn’t have put it on. “I would have made a point of not putting it on.” But in any case he could not remain a cynic and a dirty sloven; he had no right to offend the feelings of others, especially when they were in need of his assistance and asking him to see them. He brushed his clothes carefully. His linen was always decent; in that respect he was especially clean.

He washed that morning scrupulously⁠—he got some soap from Nastasya⁠—he washed his hair, his neck and especially his hands. When it came to the question whether to shave his stubbly chin or not (Praskovya Pavlovna had capital razors that had been left by her late husband), the question was angrily answered in the negative. “Let it stay as it is! What if they think that I shaved on purpose to⁠ ⁠… ? They certainly would think so! Not on any account!”

“And⁠ ⁠… the worst of it was he was so coarse, so dirty, he had the manners of a pothouse; and⁠ ⁠… and even admitting that he knew he had some of the essentials of a gentleman⁠ ⁠… what was there in that to be proud of? Everyone ought to be a gentleman and more than that⁠ ⁠… and all the same (he remembered) he, too, had done little things⁠ ⁠… not exactly dishonest, and yet.⁠ ⁠… And what thoughts he sometimes had; hm⁠ ⁠… and to set all that beside Avdotya Romanovna! Confound it! So be it! Well, he’d make a point then of being dirty, greasy, pothouse in his manners and he wouldn’t care! He’d be worse!”

He was engaged in such monologues when Zossimov, who had spent the night in Praskovya Pavlovna’s parlour, came in.

He was going home and was in a hurry to look at the invalid first. Razumihin informed him that Raskolnikov was sleeping like a dormouse. Zossimov gave orders that they shouldn’t wake him and promised to see him again about eleven.

“If he is still at home,” he added. “Damn it all! If one can’t control one’s patients, how is one to cure them? Do you know whether he will go to them, or whether they are coming here?”

“They are coming, I think,” said Razumihin, understanding the object of the question, “and they will discuss their family affairs, no doubt. I’ll be off. You, as the doctor, have more right to be here than I.”

“But I am not a father confessor; I shall come and go away; I’ve plenty to do besides looking after them.”

“One thing worries me,” interposed Razumihin, frowning. “On the way home I talked a lot of drunken nonsense to him⁠ ⁠… all sorts of things⁠ ⁠… and amongst them that you were afraid that he⁠ ⁠… might become insane.”

“You told the ladies so, too.”

“I know it was stupid! You may beat me if you like! Did you think so seriously?”

“That’s nonsense, I tell you, how could I think it seriously? You, yourself, described him as a monomaniac when you fetched me to him⁠ ⁠… and we added fuel to the fire yesterday, you did, that is, with your story about the painter; it was a nice conversation, when he was, perhaps, mad on that very point! If only I’d known what happened then at the police station and that some wretch⁠ ⁠… had insulted him with this suspicion! Hm⁠ ⁠… I would not have allowed that conversation yesterday. These monomaniacs will make a mountain out of a molehill⁠ ⁠… and see their fancies as solid realities.⁠ ⁠… As far as I remember, it was Zametov’s story that cleared up half the mystery, to my mind. Why, I know one case in which a hypochondriac, a man of forty, cut the throat of a little boy of eight, because he couldn’t endure the jokes he made every day at table! And in this case his rags, the insolent police officer, the fever and this suspicion! All that working upon a man half frantic with hypochondria, and with his morbid exceptional vanity! That may well have been the starting-point of illness. Well, bother it all!⁠ ⁠… And, by the way, that Zametov certainly is a nice fellow, but hm⁠ ⁠… he shouldn’t have told all that last night. He is an awful chatterbox!”

“But whom did he tell it to? You and me?”

“And Porfiry.”

“What does that matter?”

“And, by the way, have you any influence on them, his mother and sister? Tell them to be more careful with him today.⁠ ⁠…”

“They’ll get on all right!” Razumihin answered reluctantly.

“Why is he so set against this Luzhin? A man with money and she doesn’t seem to dislike him⁠ ⁠… and they haven’t a farthing, I suppose? eh?”

“But what business is it of yours?” Razumihin cried with annoyance. “How can I tell whether they’ve a farthing? Ask them yourself and perhaps you’ll find out.⁠ ⁠…”

“Foo! what an ass you are sometimes! Last night’s wine has not gone off yet.⁠ ⁠… Goodbye; thank your Praskovya Pavlovna from me for my night’s lodging. She locked herself in, made

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