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- 282 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
where a samovar was boiling. Dounia and Luzhin were facing
one another on opposite sides of the table. Razumihin and Ras-
kolnikov were facing Pulcheria Alexandrovna, Razumihin was
next to Luzhin and Raskolnikov was beside his sister.
A moment's silence followed. Pyotr Petrovitch deliberately
drew out a cambric handkerchief reeking of scent and blew his
nose with an air of a benevolent man who felt himself slighted,
and was firmly resolved to insist on an explanation. In the pas-
sage the idea had occurred to him to keep on his overcoat and
walk away, and so give the two ladies a sharp and emphatic
lesson and make them feel the gravity of the position. But he
could not bring himself to do this. Besides, he could not endure
uncertainty and he wanted an explanation: if his request had
been so openly disobeyed, there was something behind it, and in
that case it was better to find it out beforehand; it rested with
him to punish them and there would always be time for that.
"I trust you had a favourable journey," he inquired ofl&ciallyof Pulcheria Alexandrovna.
"Oh, very, Pyotr Petrovitch."
"I am gratified to hear it. And Avdotya Romanovna is not
over fatigued either?"
"I am young and strong, I don't get tired, but it was a great
strain for mother," answered Dounia.
"That's unavoidable; our national railways are of terrible
length. 'Mother Russia,' as they say, is a vast country. ... In
spite of all my desire to do so, I was unable to meet you yester-
day. But I trust all passed off without inconvenience?"
"Oh, no, Pyotr Petrovitch, it was all terribly disheartening."
Pulcheria Alexandrovna hastened to declare with peculiar in-
tonation, "and if Dmitri Prokofitch had not been sent us, I
really believe by God Himself, we should have been utterly lost.
Here, he is! Dmitri Prokofitch Razumihin," she added, intro-
ducing him to Luzhin.
"I had the pleasure . . yesterday," muttered Pyotr Petro-
vitch with a hostile glance sidelong at Razumihin; then he
icowled and was silent.
Pyotr Petrovitch belonged to that class of persons, on the sur-
face very polite in society, who make a great point of punctil-
iousness, but who, directly they are crossed in anything, are
completely disconcerted, and become more like sacks of flour
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