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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 17
big green drap de dames shawl (we have a shawl, made of drap
de dames) , put it over her head and face and lay down on the
bed with her face to the wall; only her little shoulders and her
body kept shuddering. . . . And I went on lying there, just as
before. . . . And then I saw, young man, I saw Katerina Ivan-
ovna, in the same silence go up to Sonia's little bed; she was on
her knees all the evening kissing Sonia's feet, and would not get
up, and then they both fell asleep in each other's arms . . . to-
gether, together . . . yes . . . and I . . . lay drunk."
Marmeladov stopped short, as though his voice had failed
him. Then he hurriedly filled his glass, drank, and cleared his
throat.
"Since then, sir," he went on after a brief pause — "Since then,
owing to an unfortunate occurrence and through information
given by evil-intentioned persons — in all which Darya Frant-
sovna took a leading part on the pretext that she had been
treated with want of respect — since then my daughter Sofya
Semyonovna has been forced to take a yellow ticket, and owing
to that she is unable to go on living with us. For our landlady,
Amalia Fyodorovna would not hear of it (though she had
backed up Darya Frantsovna before) and Mr. Lebeziatnikov
too . . . hm. . . . All the trouble between him and Katerina Ivan-
ovna was on Sonia's account. At first he was for making up
to Sonia himself and then all of a sudden he stood on his dignity:
'how,' said he, 'can a highly educated man like me live in the
same rooms with a girl like that?' And Katerina Ivanovna would
not let it pass, she stood up for her . . . and so that's how it hap-
pened. And Sonia comes to us now, mostly after dark; she com-
forts Katerina Ivanovna and gives her all she can. . . . She has
a room at the Kapernaumovs, the tailors, she lodges with them:
Kapernaumov is a lame man with a cleft palate and all of his
numerous family have cleft palates too. And his wife, too, has
a cleft palate. They all live in one room, but Sonia has her own,
partitioned off. . . . Hm . . . yes . . . very poor people and all
with cleft palates . . . yes. Then I got up in the morning, and put
on my rags, lifted up my hands to heaven and set off to his
excellency Ivan Afanasyevitch. His excellency Ivan Afanasye-
vitch, do you know him? No? Well, then, it's a man of God you
don't know. He is wax . . . wax before the face of the Lord; even
as wax melteth! . . . His eyes were dim when he heard my story.
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