the　elementary；　so　to　speak；　fundamental　causes　tending　to　produce
  your　morbid　condition：　in　that　case　you　will　be　cured；　if　not；　it　will
  go　from　bad　to　worse。　These　fundamental　causes　I　don't　know；　but
  they　must　be　known　to　you。　You　are　an　intelligent　man；　and　must　have
  observed　yourself；　of　course。　I　fancy　the　first　stage　of　your
  derangement　coincides　with　your　leaving　the　university。　You　must　not
  be　left　without　occupation；　and　so；　work　and　a　definite　aim　set　before
  you　might；　I　fancy；　be　very　beneficial。〃
  〃Yes；　yes；　you　are　perfectly　right。。。。　I　will　make　haste　and
  return　to　the　university：　and　then　everything　will　go　smoothly。。。。〃
  Zossimov；　who　had　begun　his　sage　advice　partly　to　make　an　effect
  before　the　ladies；　was　certainly　somewhat　mystified；　when；　glancing　at
  his　patient；　he　observed　unmistakable　mockery　on　his　face。　This　lasted
  an　instant；　however。　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　began　at　once　thanking
  Zossimov；　especially　for　his　visit　to　their　lodging　the　previous
  night。
  〃What！　he　saw　you　last　night？〃　Raskolnikov　asked；　as　though
  startled。　〃Then　you　have　not　slept　either　after　your　journey。〃
  〃Ach；　Rodya；　that　was　only　till　two　o'clock。　Dounia　and　I　never　go
  to　bed　before　two　at　home。〃
  〃I　don't　know　how　to　thank　him　either；〃　Raskolnikov　went　on　suddenly
  frowning　and　looking　down。　〃Setting　aside　the　question　of　payment…
  forgive　me　for　referring　to　it　（he　turned　to　Zossimov）…　I　really　don't
  know　what　I　have　done　to　deserve　such　special　attention　from　you！　I
  simply　don't　understand　it。。。　and。。。　and。。。　it　weighs　upon　me；　indeed；
  because　I　don't　understand　it。　I　tell　you　so　candidly。〃
  〃Don't　be　irritated。〃　Zossimov　forced　himself　to　laugh。　〃Assume　that
  you　are　my　first　patient…　well…　we　fellows　just　beginning　to
  practise　love　our　first　patients　as　if　they　were　our　children；　and
  some　almost　fall　in　love　with　them。　And；　of　course；　I　am　not　rich　in
  patients。〃
  〃I　say　nothing　about　him；〃　added　Raskolnikov；　pointing　to　Razumihin；
  〃though　he　has　had　nothing　from　me　either　but　insult　and　trouble。〃
  〃What　nonsense　he　is　talking！　Why；　you　are　in　a　sentimental　mood
  to…day；　are　you？〃　shouted　Razumihin。
  If　he　had　had　more　penetration　he　would　have　seen　that　there　was
  no　trace　of　sentimentality　in　him；　but　something　indeed　quite　the
  opposite。　But　Avdotya　Romanovna　noticed　it。　She　was　intently　and
  uneasily　watching　her　brother。
  〃As　for　you；　mother；　I　don't　dare　to　speak；〃　he　went　on；　as　though
  repeating　a　lesson　learned　by　heart。　〃It　is　only　to…day　that　I　have
  been　able　to　realise　a　little　how　distressed　you　must　have　been　here
  yesterday；　waiting　for　me　to　come　back。〃
  When　he　had　said　this；　he　suddenly　held　out　his　hand　to　his
  sister；　smiling　without　a　word。　But　in　this　smile　there　was　a　flash　of
  real　unfeigned　feeling。　Dounia　caught　it　at　once；　and　warmly　pressed
  his　hand；　overjoyed　and　thankful。　It　was　the　first　time　he　had
  addressed　her　since　their　dispute　the　previous　day。　The　mother's
  face　lighted　up　with　ecstatic　happiness　at　the　sight　of　this
  conclusive　unspoken　reconciliation。　〃Yes；　that　is　what　I　love　him
  for；〃　Razumihin；　exaggerating　it　all；　muttered　to　himself；　with　a
  vigorous　turn　in　his　chair。　〃He　has　these　movements。〃
  〃And　how　well　he　does　it　all；〃　the　mother　was　thinking　to　herself。
  〃What　generous　impulses　he　has；　and　how　simply；　how　delicately　he
  put　an　end　to　all　the　misunderstanding　with　his　sister…　simply　by
  holding　out　his　hand　at　the　right　minute　and　looking　at　her　like
  that。。。。　And　what　fine　eyes　he　has；　and　how　fine　his　whole　face　is！。。。
  He　is　even　better　looking　than　Dounia。。。。　But；　good　heavens；　what　a
  suit…　how　terribly　he's　dressed！。。。　Vasya；　the　messenger　boy　in
  Afanasy　Ivanitch's　shop；　is　better　dressed！　I　could　rush　at　him　and
  hug　him。。。　weep　over　him…　but　I　am　afraid。。。。　Oh；　dear；　he's　so
  strange！　He's　talking　kindly；　but　I'm　afraid！　Why；　what　am　I　afraid
  of？。。。〃
  〃Oh；　Rodya；　you　wouldn't　believe；〃　she　began　suddenly；　in　haste　to
  answer　his　words　to　her；　〃how　unhappy　Dounia　and　I　were　yesterday！　Now
  that　it's　all　over　and　done　with　and　we　are　quite　happy　again…　I　can
  tell　you。　Fancy；　we　ran　here　almost　straight　from　the　train　to　embrace
  you　and　that　woman…　ah；　here　she　is！　Good　morning；　Nastasya！。。。　She
  told　us　at　once　that　you　were　lying　in　a　high　fever　and　had　just　run
  away　from　the　doctor　in　delirium；　and　they　were　looking　for　you　in　the
  streets。　You　can't　imagine　how　we　felt！　I　couldn't　help　thinking　of
  the　tragic　end　of　Lieutenant　Potanchikov；　a　friend　of　your　father's…
  you　can't　remember　him；　Rodya…　who　ran　out　in　the　same　way　in　a　high
  fever　and　fell　into　the　well　in　the　courtyard　and　they　couldn't　pull
  him　out　till　next　day。　Of　course；　we　exaggerated　things。　We　were　on
  the　point　of　rushing　to　find　Pyotr　Petrovitch　to　ask　him　to　help。。。。
  Because　we　were　alone；　utterly　alone；〃　she　said　plaintively　and
  stopped　short；　suddenly；　recollecting　it　was　still　somewhat
  dangerous　to　speak　of　Pyotr　Petrovitch；　although　〃we　are　quite　happy
  again。〃
  〃Yes；　yes。。。。　Of　course　it's　very　annoying。。。。〃　Raskolnikov　muttered
  in　reply；　but　with　such　a　preoccupied　and　inattentive　air　that
  Dounia　gazed　at　him　in　perplexity。
  〃What　else　was　it　I　wanted　to　say；〃　he　went　on　trying　to
  recollect。　〃Oh；　yes；　mother；　and　you　too；　Dounia；　please　don't　think
  that　I　didn't　mean　to　come　and　see　you　to…day　and　was　waiting　for
  you　to　come　first。〃
  〃What　are　you　saying；　Rodya？〃　cried　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna。　She；
  too；　was　surprised。
  〃Is　he　answering　us　as　a　duty？〃　Dounia　wondered。　〃Is　he　being
  reconciled　and　asking　forgiveness　as　though　he　were　performing　a
  rite　or　repeating　a　lesson？〃
  〃I've　only　just　waked　up；　and　wanted　to　go　to　you；　but　was　delayed
  owing　to　my　clothes；　I　forgot　yesterday　to　ask　her。。。　Nastasya。。。　to
  wash　out　the　blood。。。　I've　only　just　dressed。〃
  〃Blood！　What　blood？〃　Pulcheria　Alexandrovna　asked　in　alarm。
  〃Oh；　nothing…　don't　be　uneasy。　It　was　when　I　was　wandering　about
  yesterday；　rather　delirious；　I　chanced　upon　a　man　who　had　been　run
  over。。。　a　clerk。。。〃
  〃Delirious？　But　you　remember　everything！〃　Razumihin　interrupted。
  〃That's　true；〃　Raskolnikov　answered　with　special　carefulness。　〃I
  remember　everything　even　to　the　slightest　detail；　and　yet…　why　I　did
  that　and　went　there　and　said　that；　I　can't　clearly　explain　now。〃
  〃A　familiar　phenomenon；〃　interposed　Zossimov；　〃actions　are　sometimes
  performed　in　a　masterly　and　most　cunning　way；　while　the　direction　of
  the　actions　is　deranged　and　dependent　on　various　morbid　impressions…
  it's　like　a　dream。〃
  〃Perhaps　it's　a　good　thing　really　that　he　should　think　me　almost　a
  madman；〃　thought　Raskolnikov。
  〃Why；　people　in　perfect　health　act　in　the　same　way　too；〃　observed
  Dounia；　looking　uneasily　at　Zossimov。
  〃There　is　some　truth　in　your　observation；〃　the　latter　replied。　〃In
  that　sense　we　are　certainly　all　not　infrequently　like　madmen；　but　with
  the　slight　difference　that　the　deranged　are　somewhat　madder；　for　we
  must　draw　a　line。　A　normal　man；　it　is　true；　hardly　exists。　Among
  dozens…　perhaps　hundreds　of　thousands…　hardly　one　is　to　be　met　with。〃
  At　the　word　〃madman；〃　carelessly　dropped　by　Zossimov　in　his
  chatter　on　his　favourite　subject；　every　one　frowned。
  Raskolnikov　sat　seeming　not　to　pay　attention；　plunged　in　thought
  with　a　strange　smile　on　his　pale　l