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have only yourself to blame。 I write on the assumption that Rodion
Romanovitch who appeared so ill at my visit； suddenly recovered two
hours later and so； being able to leave the house； may visit you also。
I was confirmed in that belief by the testimony of my own eyes in
the lodging of a drunken man who was run over and has since died； to
whose daughter； a young woman of notorious behaviour； he gave
twenty…five roubles on the pretext of the funeral； which gravely
surprised me knowing what pains you were at to raise that sum。
Herewith expressing my special respect to your estimable daughter；
Avdotya Romanovna； I beg you to accept the respectful homage of
〃Your humble servant；
〃P。 LUZHIN。〃
…
〃What am I to do now； Dmitri Prokofitch？〃 began Pulcheria
Alexandrovna； almost weeping。 〃How can I ask Rodya not to come？
Yesterday he insisted so earnestly on our refusing Pyotr Petrovitch
and now we are ordered not to receive Rodya！ He will come on purpose
if he knows； and。。。 what will happen then？〃
〃Act on Avdotya Romanovna's decision；〃 Razumihin answered calmly
at once。
〃Oh； dear me！ She says。。。 goodness knows what she says； she
doesn't explain her object！ She says that it would be best； at
least； not that it would be best； but that it's absolutely necessary
that Rodya should make a point of being here at eight o'clock and that
they must meet。。。。 I didn't want even to show him the letter； but to
prevent him from coming by some stratagem with your help。。。 because he
is so irritable。。。。 Besides I don't understand about that drunkard who
died and that daughter； and how he could have given the daughter all
the money。。。 which。。。〃
〃Which cost you such sacrifice； mother；〃 put in Avdotya Romanovna。
〃He was not himself yesterday；〃 Razumihin said thoughtfully； 〃if you
only knew what he was up to in a restaurant yesterday； though there
was sense in it too。。。。 Hm！ He did say something； as we were going
home yesterday evening； about a dead man and a girl； but I didn't
understand a word。。。。 But last night； I myself。。。〃
〃The best thing； mother； will be for us to go to him ourselves and
there I assure you we shall see at once what's to be done。 Besides；
it's getting late… good heavens； it's past ten；〃 she cried looking
at a splendid gold enamelled watch which hung round her neck on a thin
Venetian chain； and looked entirely out of keeping with the rest of
her dress。 〃A present from her fiance；〃 thought Razumihin。
〃We must start； Dounia； we must start；〃 her mother cried in a
flutter。 〃He will be thinking we are still angry after yesterday； from
our coming so late。 Merciful heavens！〃
While she said this she was hurriedly putting on her hat and mantle；
Dounia； too； put on her things。 Her gloves； as Razumihin noticed； were
not merely shabby but had holes in them； and yet this evident
poverty gave the two ladies an air of special dignity； which is always
found in people who know how to wear poor clothes。 Razumihin looked
reverently at Dounia and felt proud of escorting her。 〃The queen who
mended her stockings in prison；〃 he thought； 〃must have looked then
every inch a queen and even more a queen than at sumptuous banquets
and levees。〃
〃My God；〃 exclaimed Pulcheria Alexandrovna； 〃little did I think that
I should ever fear seeing my son； my darling； darling Rodya！ I am
afraid； Dmitri Prokofitch；〃 she added； glancing at him timidly。
〃Don't be afraid； mother；〃 said Dounia； kissing her； 〃better have
faith in him。〃
〃Oh； dear； I have faith in him； but I haven't slept all night；〃
exclaimed the poor woman。
They came out into the street。
〃Do you know； Dounia； when I dozed a little this morning I dreamed
of Marfa Petrovna。。。 she was all in white。。。 she came up to me； took
my hand； and shook her head at me； but so sternly as though she were
blaming me。。。。 Is that a good omen？ Oh； dear me！ You don't know；
Dmitri Prokofitch； that Marfa Petrovna's dead！〃
〃No； I didn't know； who is Marfa Petrovna？〃
〃She died suddenly； and only fancy。。。〃
〃Afterwards； mamma；〃 put in Dounia。 〃He doesn't know who Marfa
Petrovna is。〃
〃Ah； you don't know？ And I was thinking that you knew all about
us。 Forgive me； Dmitri Prokofitch； I don't know what I am thinking
about these last few days。 I look upon you really as a providence
for us； and so I took it for granted that you knew all about us。 I
look on you as a relation。。。。 Don't be angry with me for saying so。
Dear me； what's the matter with your right hand？ Have you knocked it？〃
〃Yes； I bruised it；〃 muttered Razumihin overjoyed。
〃I sometimes speak too much from the heart； so that Dounia finds
fault with me。。。。 But； dear me； what a cupboard he lives in！ I
wonder whether he is awake？ Does this woman； his landlady； consider it
a room？ Listen； you say he does not like to show his feelings； so
perhaps I shall annoy him with my。。。 weaknesses？ Do advise me；
Dmitri Prokofitch； how am I to treat him？ I feel quite distracted； you
know。〃
〃Don't question him too much about anything if you see him frown！
don't ask him too much about his health； he doesn't like that。〃
〃Ah； Dmitri Prokofitch； how hard it is to be a mother！ But here
are the stairs。。。。 What an awful staircase！〃
〃Mother； you are quite pale； don't distress yourself； darling；〃 said
Dounia caressing her； then with flashing eyes she added： 〃He ought
to be happy at seeing you； and you are tormenting yourself so。〃
〃Wait； I'll peep in and see whether he has waked up。〃
The ladies slowly followed Razumihin； who went on before； and when
they reached t