You may not believe it, but in the end Avdotya Romanovna and you will know. The point is, that I did actually cause your sister, whom I greatly respect, some trouble and unpleasantness, and so, sincerely regretting it, I want--not to compensate, not to repay her for the unpleasantness, but simply to do something to her advantage, to show that I am not, after all, privileged to do nothing but harm. If there were a millionth fraction of self-interest in my offer, I should not have made it so openly; and I should not have offered her ten thousand only, when five weeks ago I offered her more, Besides, I may, perhaps, very soon marry a young lady, and that alone ought to prevent suspicion of any design on Avdotya Romanovna. In conclusion, let me say that in marrying Mr. Luzhin, she is taking money just the same, only from another man. Don"t be angry, Rodion Romanovitch, think it over coolly and quietly."

Svidrigalov himself was exceedingly cool and quiet as he was saying this.

"I beg you to say no more," said Raskolnikov. "In any case this is unpardonable impertinence."

"Not in the least. Then a man may do nothing but harm to his neighbour in this world, and is prevented from doing the tiniest bit of good by trivial conventional formalities. That"s absurd. If I died, for instance, and left that sum to your sister in my will, surely she wouldn"t refuse it?"

"Very likely she would."

"Oh, no, indeed. However, if you refuse it, so be it, though ten thousand roubles is a capital thing to have on occasion. In any case I beg you to repeat what I have said to Avdotya Romanovna."

"No, I won"t."

"In that case, Rodion Romanovitch, I shall be obliged to try and see her myself and worry her by doing so."

"And if I do tell her, will you not try to see her?"

"I don"t know really what to say. I should like very much to see her once more."

"Don"t hope for it."

"I"m sorry. But you don"t know me. Perhaps we may become better friends."

"You think we may become friends?"

"And why not?" Svidrigalov said, smiling. He stood up and took his hat.

"I didn"t quite intend to disturb you and I came here without reckoning on it... though I was very much struck by your face this morning."

"Where did you see me this morning?" Raskolnikov asked uneasily.

"I saw you by chance.... I kept fancying there is something about you like me.... But don"t be uneasy. I am not intrusive; I used to get on all right with card-sharpers, and I never bored Prince Svirbey, a great personage who is a distant relation of mine, and I could write about Raphael"s _Madonna_ in Madam Prilukov"s alb.u.m, and I never left Marfa Petrovna"s side for seven years, and I used to stay the night at Viazemsky"s house in the Hay Market in the old days, and I may go up in a balloon with Berg, perhaps."

"Oh, all right. Are you starting soon on your travels, may I ask?"

"What travels?"

"Why, on that "journey"; you spoke of it yourself."

"A journey? Oh, yes. I did speak of a journey. Well, that"s a wide subject.... if only you knew what you are asking," he added, and gave a sudden, loud, short laugh. "Perhaps I"ll get married instead of the journey. They"re making a match for me."

"Here?"

"Yes."

"How have you had time for that?"

"But I am very anxious to see Avdotya Romanovna once. I earnestly beg it. Well, good-bye for the present. Oh, yes. I have forgotten something.

Tell your sister, Rodion Romanovitch, that Marfa Petrovna remembered her in her will and left her three thousand roubles. That"s absolutely certain. Marfa Petrovna arranged it a week before her death, and it was done in my presence. Avdotya Romanovna will be able to receive the money in two or three weeks."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, tell her. Well, your servant. I am staying very near you."

As he went out, Svidrigalov ran up against Razumihin in the doorway.

CHAPTER II

It was nearly eight o"clock. The two young men hurried to Bakaleyev"s, to arrive before Luzhin.

"Why, who was that?" asked Razumihin, as soon as they were in the street.

"It was Svidrigalov, that landowner in whose house my sister was insulted when she was their governess. Through his persecuting her with his attentions, she was turned out by his wife, Marfa Petrovna. This Marfa Petrovna begged Dounia"s forgiveness afterwards, and she"s just died suddenly. It was of her we were talking this morning. I don"t know why I"m afraid of that man. He came here at once after his wife"s funeral. He is very strange, and is determined on doing something.... We must guard Dounia from him... that"s what I wanted to tell you, do you hear?"

"Guard her! What can he do to harm Avdotya Romanovna? Thank you, Rodya, for speaking to me like that.... We will, we will guard her. Where does he live?"

"I don"t know."

"Why didn"t you ask? What a pity! I"ll find out, though."

"Did you see him?" asked Raskolnikov after a pause.

"Yes, I noticed him, I noticed him well."

"You did really see him? You saw him clearly?" Raskolnikov insisted.

"Yes, I remember him perfectly, I should know him in a thousand; I have a good memory for faces."

They were silent again.

"Hm!... that"s all right," muttered Raskolnikov. "Do you know, I fancied... I keep thinking that it may have been an hallucination."

"What do you mean? I don"t understand you."

"Well, you all say," Raskolnikov went on, twisting his mouth into a smile, "that I am mad. I thought just now that perhaps I really am mad, and have only seen a phantom."

"What do you mean?"

"Why, who can tell? Perhaps I am really mad, and perhaps everything that happened all these days may be only imagination."

"Ach, Rodya, you have been upset again!... But what did he say, what did he come for?"

Raskolnikov did not answer. Razumihin thought a minute.

"Now let me tell you my story," he began, "I came to you, you were asleep. Then we had dinner and then I went to Porfiry"s, Zametov was still with him. I tried to begin, but it was no use. I couldn"t speak in the right way. They don"t seem to understand and can"t understand, but are not a bit ashamed. I drew Porfiry to the window, and began talking to him, but it was still no use. He looked away and I looked away. At last I shook my fist in his ugly face, and told him as a cousin I"d brain him. He merely looked at me, I cursed and came away. That was all. It was very stupid. To Zametov I didn"t say a word. But, you see, I thought I"d made a mess of it, but as I went downstairs a brilliant idea struck me: why should we trouble? Of course if you were in any danger or anything, but why need you care? You needn"t care a hang for them. We shall have a laugh at them afterwards, and if I were in your place I"d mystify them more than ever. How ashamed they"ll be afterwards! Hang them! We can thrash them afterwards, but let"s laugh at them now!"

"To be sure," answered Raskolnikov. "But what will you say to-morrow?"

he thought to himself. Strange to say, till that moment it had never occurred to him to wonder what Razumihin would think when he knew. As he thought it, Raskolnikov looked at him. Razumihin"s account of his visit to Porfiry had very little interest for him, so much had come and gone since then.

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