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CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 351
Pyotr Petrovitch and still behaved to him with some of the re-
spect habitual in earlier years.
"You'd better tell me this," Pyotr Petrovitch interrupted
with haughty displeasure, "can you ... or rather are you really
friendly enough with that young person to ask her to step in
here for a minute? I think they've all come back from the ceme-
tery ... I hear the sound of steps ... I want to see her, that
young person."
"What for?" Lebeziatnikov asked with surprise.
"Oh, I want to. I am leaving here to-day or to-morrow and
therefore I wanted to speak to her about . . . However, you
may be present during the interval. It's better you should be,
indeed. For there's no knowing what you might imagine."
"I shan't imagine anything. I only asked and, if you've any-
thing to say to her, nothing is easier than to call her in. I'll go
directly and you may be sure I won't be in your way."Five minutes later Lebeziatnikov came in with Sonia. She
came in very much surprised and overcome with shyness as
usual. She was always shy in such circumstances and was always
afraid of new people, she had been as a child and was even more
so now. . . . Pyotr Petrovitch met her "politely and affably,"
but with a certain shade of bantering familiarity which in his
opinion was suitable for a man of his respectability and weight
in dealing with a creature so young and so interesting as she.
He hastened to "reassure" her and made her sit down facing
him at the table. Sonia sat down, looked about her — at Lebe-
ziatnikov, atthe notes lying on the table and then again at
Pyotr Petrovitch and her eyes remained riveted on him. Lebe-
ziatnikov was moving to the door. Pyotr Petrovitch signed to
Sonia to remain seated and stopped Lebeziatnikov.
"Is Raskolnikov in there? Has he come?" he asked him in a
whisp>er.
"Raskolnikov? Yes. Why? Yes, he is there. I saw him just
come in. . . . Why?"
"Well, I particularly beg you to remain here with us and not
to leave me alone with this . . . young woman. I only want a
few words with her, but God knows what they may make of it.
I shouldn't like Raskolnikov to repeat anything. . . . You un-
derstand what I mean?"
"I understand!" Lebeziatnikov saw the point. "Yes, you are
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