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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 423
your door was wide open, I looked round, waited and went out
without leaving my name with your servant. Don't you lock
your door?"
Raskolnikov's face grew more and more gloomy, Porfiry
seemed to guess his state of mind.
"I've come to have it out with you, Rodion Romanovitch,
my dear fellow! I owe you an explanation and must give it
to you," he continued with a slight smile, just patting Raskol-
nikov's knee.
But almost at the same instant a serious and careworn look
came into his face; to his surprise Raskolnikov saw a touch of
sadness in it. He had never seen and never suspected such an
expression in his face.
"A strange scene passed between us last time we met, Rodion
Romanovitch. Our first interview, too, was a strange one; but
then . . . and one thing after another! This is the point: I have
perhaps acted unfairly to you; I feel it. Do you remember how
we parted? Your nerves were unhinged and your knees were
shaking and so were mine. And, you know, our behaviour was
unseemly, even ungentlemanly. And yet we are gentlemen,
above all, in any case, gentlemen; that must be imderstood. Do
you remember what we came to? ... it was quite indecorous."
"What is he up to, what does he take me for?" Raskolnikov
asked himself in amazement, raising his head and looking with
open eyes on Porfiry.
"I've decided openness is better between us," Porfiry Petro-
vitch went on, turning his head away and dropping his eyes, as
though unwilling to disconcert his former victim and as though
disdaining his former wiles. "Yes, such suspicions and such
scenes cannot continue for long. Nikolay put a stop to it, or I
don't know what we might not have come to. That damned
workman was sitting at the time in the next room — can you
realise that? You know that, of course; and I am aware that he
came to you afterwards. But what you supposed then was not
true: I had not sent for any one, I had made no kind of arrange-
ments. You ask why I hadn't? What shall I say to you: it had all
come upon me so suddenly. I had scarcely sent for the porters
(you noticed them as you went out, I dare say) . An idea flashed
upon me; I was firmly convinced at the time, you see, Rodion
Romanovitch. Come, I thought — even if I let one thing slip
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