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her eyes。 Sonia gave her address； and flushed as she did so。 They
all went out together。
〃Don't you lock up？〃 asked Razumihin； following him on to the
stairs。
〃Never；〃 answered Raskolnikov。 〃I have been meaning to buy a lock
for these two years。 People are happy who have no need of locks；〃 he
said； laughing； to Sonia。 They stood still in the gateway。
〃Do you go to the right； Sofya Semyonovna？ How did you find me； by
the way？〃 he added； as though he wanted to say something quite
different。 He wanted to look at her soft clear eyes； but this was
not easy。
〃Why； you gave your address to Polenka yesterday。〃
〃Polenka？ Oh； yes； Polenka； that is the little girl。 She is your
sister？ Did I give her the address？〃
〃Why； had you forgotten？〃
〃No； I remember。〃
〃I had heard my father speak of you。。。 only I did not know your
name； and he did not know it。 And now I came。。。 and as I had learnt
your name； I asked to…day； 'Where does Mr。 Raskolnikov live？' I did
not know you had only a room too。。。。 Good…bye； I will tell Katerina
Ivanovna。〃
She was extremely glad to escape at last； she went away looking
down； hurrying to get out of sight as soon as possible； to walk the
twenty steps to the turning on the right and to be at last alone；
and then moving rapidly along； looking at no one； noticing nothing； to
think； to remember； to meditate on every word； every detail。 Never；
never had she felt anything like this。 Dimly and unconsciously a whole
new world was opening before her。 She remembered suddenly that
Raskolnikov meant to come to her that day； perhaps at once！
〃Only not to…day； please； not to…day！〃 she kept muttering with a
sinking heart； as though entreating some one； like a frightened child。
〃Mercy！ to me。。。 to that room。。。 he will see。。。 oh； dear！〃
She was not capable at that instant of noticing an unknown gentleman
who was watching her and following at her heels。 He had accompanied
her from the gateway。 At the moment when Razumihin； Raskolnikov； and
she stood still at parting on the pavement； this gentleman； who was
just passing； started on hearing Sonia's words： 〃and I asked where Mr。
Raskolnikov lived？〃 He turned a rapid but attentive look upon all
three； especially upon Raskolnikov； to whom Sonia was speaking； then
looked back and noted the house。 All this was done in an instant as he
passed； and trying not to betray his interest； he walked on more
slowly as though waiting for something。 He was waiting for Sonia； he
saw that they were parting； and that Sonia was going home。
〃Home？ Where？ I've seen that face somewhere；〃 he thought。 〃I must
find out。〃
At the turning he crossed over； looked round； and saw Sonia coming
the same way； noticing nothing。 She turned the corner。 He followed her
on the other side。 After about fifty paces he crossed over again；
overtook her and kept two or three yards behind her。
He was a man about fifty； rather tall and thickly set； with broad
high shoulders which made him look as though he stooped a little。 He
wore good and fashionable clothes； and looked like a gentleman of
position。 He carried a handsome cane； which he tapped on the
pavement at each step； his gloves were spotless。 He had a broad；
rather pleasant face with high cheek…bones and a fresh colour； not
often seen in Petersburg。 His flaxen hair was still abundant； and only
touched here and there with grey； and his thick square beard was
even lighter than his hair。 His eyes were blue and had a cold and
thoughtful look； his lips were crimson。 He was a remarkedly
well…preserved man and looked much younger than his years。
When Sonia came out on the canal bank； they were the only two
persons on the pavement。 He observed her dreaminess and preoccupation。
On reaching the house where she lodged； Sonia turned in at the gate；
he followed her； seeming rather surprised。 In the courtyard she turned
to the right corner。 〃Bah！〃 muttered the unknown gentleman； and
mounted the stairs behind her。 Only then Sonia noticed him。 She
reached the third storey； turned down the passage； and rang at No。
9。 On the door was inscribed in chalk； 〃Kapernaumov； Tailor。〃 〃Bah！〃
the stranger repeated again； wondering at the strange coincidence； and
he rang next door； at No。 8。 The doors were two or three yards apart。
〃You lodge at Kapernaumov's；〃 he said； looking at Sonia and
laughing。 〃He altered a waistcoat for me yesterday。 I am staying close
here at Madame Resslich's。 How odd！〃 Sonia looked at him attentively。
〃We are neighbours；〃 he went on gaily。 〃I only came to town the
day before yesterday。 Good…bye for the present。〃
Sonia made no reply； the door opened and she slipped in。 She felt
for some reason ashamed and uneasy。
On the way to Porfiry's； Razumihin was obviously excited。
〃That's capital； brother；〃 he repeated several times； 〃and I am
glad！ I am glad！〃
〃What are you glad about？〃 Raskolnikov thought to himself。
〃I didn't know that you pledged things at the old woman's； too。
And。。。 was it long ago？ I mean； was it long since you were there？〃
〃What a simple…hearted fool he is！〃
〃When was it？〃 Raskolnikov stopped still to recollect。 〃Two or three
days before her death it must have been。 But I am not going to
redeem the things now；〃 he put in with a sort of hurried and
conspicuous solicitude about the things。 〃I've not more than a
silver rouble left。。。 after last night's accursed delirium！〃
He laid special emphasis on the delirium。
〃Yes； yes；〃 Razumihin hastened to agree… with what was not clear。
〃Then that's why you。。。 were struck。。。 partly。。。 you know in your
delirium you were continually mentioning some rings or chains！ Yes；
yes。。。 that's