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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 225
"Quite right, Dounia. Well, since you have decided," added
Pulcheria Alexandrovna, "so be it. I shall feel easier myself. I do
not like concealment and deception. Better let us have the whole
truth. . . . Pyotr Petrovitch may be angry or not, now!"
CHAPTER IV
At that moment the door was softly opened, and a young girl
walked into the room, looking timidly about her. Every one
turned towards her with surprise and curiosity. At first sight,
Raskolnikov did not recognise her. It was Sofya Semyonovna
Marmeladov. He had seen her yesterday for the first time, but
at such a moment, in such surroundings and in such a dress,
that his memory retained a very different image of her. Now
she was a modestly and poorly-dressed young girl, very yovmg,
indeed almost like a child, with a modest and refined manner,
with a candid but somewhat frightened-looking face. She was
wearing a very plain indoor dress, and had on a shabby old-
fashioned hat, but she still carried a parasol. Unexpectedly find-
ing the room full of people, she was not so much embarrassed as
completely overwhelmed with shyness, like a little child. She
was even about to retreat. "Oh . . . it's you"! said Raskolnikov,
extremely astonished, and he, too, was confused. He at once
recollected that his mother and sister knew through Luzhin's
letter of "some young woman of notorious behaviour." He hac
only just been protesting against Luzhin's calumny and de-
claring that he had seen the girl last night for the first time,
and suddenly she had walked in. He remembered, too, that he
had not protested against the expression "of notorious be-
haviour." All this passed vaguely and fleetingly through his
brain, but looking at her more intently, he saw that the hu-
miliated creature was so humiliated that he felt suddenly sorry
for her. When she made a movement to retreat in terror, it sent
a pang to his heart.
"I did not expect you," he said, hurriedly, with a look that
made her stop. "Please sit down. You come, no doubt, from
Katerina Ivanovna. Allow me — not there. Sit here. . . ."
At Sonia's entrance, Razumihin, who had been sitting on one
of Raskolnikov's three chairs, close to the door, got up to allow
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