〃No；　before。〃
  〃How　do　you　mean？〃
  〃How　long　have　you　been　coming　here？〃
  〃Why　I　told　you　all　about　it　this　morning。　Don't　you　remember？〃
  Raskolnikov　pondered。　The　morning　seemed　like　a　dream　to　him。　He
  could　not　remember　alone；　and　looked　inquiringly　at　Razumihin。
  〃Hm！〃　said　the　latter；　〃he　has　forgotten。　I　fancied　then　that　you
  were　not　quite　yourself。　Now　you　are　better　for　your　sleep。。。。　You
  really　look　much　better。　First　rate！　Well；　to　business。　Look　here；
  my　dear　boy。〃
  He　began　untying　the　bundle；　which　evidently　interested　him。
  〃Believe　me；　brother；　this　is　something　specially　near　my　heart。　For
  we　must　make　a　man　of　you。　Let's　begin　from　the　top。　Do　you　see　this
  cap？〃　he　said；　taking　out　of　the　bundle　a　fairly　good；　though　cheap；
  and　ordinary　cap。　〃Let　me　try　it　on。〃
  〃Presently；　afterwards；〃　said　Raskolnikov；　waving　it　of　pettishly。
  〃Come；　Rodya；　my　boy；　don't　oppose　it；　afterwards　will　be　too
  late；　and　I　shan't　sleep　all　night；　for　I　bought　it　by　guess；
  without　measure。　Just　right！〃　he　cried　triumphantly；　fitting　it　on；
  〃just　your　size！　A　proper　head…covering　is　the　first　thing　in　dress
  and　a　recommendation　in　its　own　way。　Tolstyakov；　a　friend　of　mine；
  is　always　obliged　to　take　off　his　pudding　basin　when　he　goes　into
  any　public　place　where　other　people　wear　their　hats　or　caps。　People
  think　he　does　it　from　slavish　politeness；　but　it's　simply　because　he
  is　ashamed　of　his　bird's　nest；　he　is　such　a　bashful　fellow！　Look；
  Nastasya；　here　are　two　specimens　of　headgear：　this　Palmerston〃…　he
  took　from　the　corner　Raskolnikov's　old；　battered　hat；　which　for　some
  unknown　reason；　he　called　a　Palmerston…　〃or　this　jewel！　Guess　the
  price；　Rodya；　what　do　you　suppose　I　paid　for　it；　Nastasya！〃　he　said；
  turning　to　her；　seeing　that　Raskolnikov　did　not　speak。
  〃Twenty　copecks；　no　more；　I　dare　say；〃　answered　Nastasya。
  〃Twenty　copecks；　silly！〃　he　cried；　offended。　〃Why；　nowadays　you
  would　cost　more　than　that…　eighty　copecks！　And　that　only　because　it
  has　been　worn。　And　it's　bought　on　condition　that　when's　it's　worn　out；
  they　will　give　you　another　next　year。　Yes；　on　my　word！　Well；　now　let
  us　pass　to　the　United　States　of　America；　as　they　called　them　at
  school。　I　assure　you　I　am　proud　of　these　breeches；〃　and　he　exhibited
  to　Raskolnikov　a　pair　of　light；　summer　trousers　of　grey　woollen
  material。　〃No　holes；　no　spots；　and　quite　respectable；　although　a
  little　worn；　and　a　waistcoat　to　match；　quite　in　the　fashion。　And　its
  being　worn　really　is　an　improvement；　it's　softer；　smoother。。。。　You
  see；　Rodya；　to　my　thinking；　the　great　thing　for　getting　on　in　the
  world　is　always　to　keep　to　the　seasons；　if　you　don't　insist　on
  having　asparagus　in　January；　you　keep　your　money　in　your　purse！　and
  it's　the　same　with　this　purchase。　It's　summer　now；　so　I've　been　buying
  summer　things…　warmer　materials　will　be　wanted　for　autumn；　so　you　will
  have　to　throw　these　away　in　any　case。。。　especially　as　they　will　be
  done　for　by　then　from　their　own　lack　of　coherence　if　not　your　higher
  standard　of　luxury。　Come；　price　them！　What　do　you　say？　Two　roubles
  twenty…five　copecks！　And　remember　the　conditions：　if　you　wear　these
  out；　you　will　have　another　suit　for　nothing！　They　only　do　business
  on　that　system　at　Fedyaev's；　if　you've　bought　a　thing　once；　you　are
  satisfied　for　life；　for　you　will　never　go　there　again　of　your　own　free
  will。　Now　for　the　boots。　What　do　you　say？　You　see　that　they　are　a
  bit　worn；　but　they'll　last　a　couple　of　months；　for　it's　foreign　work
  and　foreign　leather；　the　secretary　of　the　English　Embassy　sold　them
  last　week…　he　had　only　worn　them　six　days；　but　he　was　very　short　of
  cash。　Price…　a　rouble　and　a　half。　A　bargain？〃
  〃But　perhaps　they　won't　fit；〃　observed　Nastasya。
  〃Not　fit？　Just　look！〃　and　he　pulled　out　of　his　pocket
  Raskolnikov's　old；　broken　boot；　stiffly　coated　with　dry　mud。　〃I　did
  not　go　empty…handed…　they　took　the　size　from　this　monster。　We　all
  did　our　best。　And　as　to　your　linen；　your　landlady　has　seen　to　that。
  Here；　to　begin　with　are　three　shirts；　hempen　but　with　a　fashionable
  front。。。。　Well　now　then；　eighty　copecks　the　cap；　two　roubles
  twenty…five　copecks　the　suit…　together　three　roubles　five　copecks…　a
  rouble　and　a　half　for　the　boots…　for；　you　see；　they　are　very　good…　and
  that　makes　four　roubles　fifty…five　copecks；　five　roubles　for　the
  underclothes…　they　were　bought　in　the　lot…　which　makes　exactly　nine
  roubles　fifty…five　copecks。　Forty…five　copecks　change　in　coppers。　Will
  you　take　it？　And　so；　Rodya；　you　are　set　up　with　a　complete　new
  rig…out；　for　your　overcoat　will　serve；　and　even　has　a　style　of　its
  own。　That　comes　from　getting　one's　clothes　from　Sharmer's！　As　for　your
  socks　and　other　things；　I　leave　them　to　you；　we've　twenty…five　roubles
  left。　And　as　for　Pashenka　and　paying　for　your　lodging；　don't　you
  worry。　I　tell　you　she'll　trust　you　for　anything。　And　now；　brother；　let
  me　change　your　linen；　for　I　daresay　you　will　throw　off　your　illness
  with　your　shirt。〃
  〃Let　me　be！　I　don't　want　to！〃　Raskolnikov　waved　him　off。　He　had
  listened　with　disgust　to　Razumihin's　efforts　to　be　playful　about　his
  purchases。
  〃Come；　brother；　don't　tell　me　I've　been　trudging　around　for
  nothing；〃　Razumihin　insisted。　〃Nastasya；　don't　be　bashful；　but　help
  me…　that's　it；〃　and　in　spite　of　Raskolnikov's　resistance　he　changed
  his　linen。　The　latter　sank　back　on　the　pillows　and　for　a　minute　or　two
  said　nothing。
  〃It　will　be　long　before　I　get　rid　of　them；〃　he　thought。　〃What
  money　was　all　that　bought　with？〃　he　asked　at　last；　gazing　at　the　wall。
  〃Money？　Why；　your　own；　what　the　messenger　brought　from　Vahrushin；
  your　mother　sent　it。　Have　you　forgotten　that；　too？〃
  〃I　remember　now；〃　said　Raskolnikov　after　a　long；　sullen　silence。
  Razumihin　looked　at　him；　frowning　and　uneasy。
  The　door　opened　and　a　tall；　stout　man　whose　appearance　seemed
  familiar　to　Raskolnikov　came　in。
  〃Zossimov！　At　last！〃　cried　Razumihin；　delighted。
  Chapter　Four
  ZOSSIMOV　WAS　a　tall；　fat　man　with　a　puffy；　colourless；
  clean…shaven　face　and　straight　flaxen　hair。　He　wore　spectacles；　and
  a　big　gold　ring　on　his　fat　finger。　He　was　twenty…seven。　He　had　on　a
  light　grey　fashionable　loose　coat；　light　summer　trousers；　and
  everything　about　him　loose；　fashionable　and　spick　and　able；　his
  linen　was　irreproachable；　his　watch…chain　was　massive。　In　manner　he
  was　slow　and；　as　it　were；　nonchalant；　and　at　the　same　time
  studiously　free　and　easy；　he　made　efforts　to　conceal　his
  self…importance；　but　it　was　apparent　at　every　instant。　All　his
  acquaintances　found　him　tedious；　but　said　he　was　clever　at　his　work。
  〃I've　been　to　you　twice　to…day；　brother。　You　see；　he's　come　to
  himself；〃　cried　Razumihin。
  〃I　see；　I　see；　and　how　do　we　feel　now；　eh？〃　said　Zossimov　to
  Raskolnikov；　watching　him　carefully　and；　sitting　down　at　the　foot　of
  the　sofa；　he　settled　himself　as　comfortably　as　he　could。
  〃He　is　still　depressed；〃　Razumihin　went　on。　〃We've　just　changed
  his　linen　and　he　almost　cried。〃
  〃That's　very　natural；　you　might　have　put　it　off　if　he　did　not　wish
  it。。。。　His　pulse　is　first…rate。　Is　your　head　still　aching；　eh？〃
  〃I　am　well；　I　am　perfectly　well！〃　Raskolnikov　declared　positively
  and　irritably。　He　raised　himself　on　the　sofa　and　looked　at　them　with
  glittering　eyes；　but　sank　back