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CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 237
Razumihin strengthened this impression as though on purpose.
"Fool! You fiend," he roared, waving his arm which at once
struck a Httle round table with an empty tea-glass on it. Every-
thing was sent flying and crashing.
"But why break chairs, gentlemen? Yov. know it's a loss to
the Crown," Porfiry Petrovitch quoted gaCly.
Raskolnikov was still laughing, with his hand in Porfiry
Petrovitch's, but anxious not to overdo it, awaited the right
moment to put a natural end to it. Razumihin, completely put
to confusion by upsetting the table and smashing the glass,
gazed gloomily at the fragments, cvursed and turned sharply
to the window where he stood looking out with his back to the
company with a fiercely scowling countenance, seeing nothing.
Porfiry Petrovitch laughed and was ready to go on laughing, but
obviously looked for explanations. Zametov had been sitting in
the corner, but he rose at the visitors' entrance and was stand-
ing in expectation with a smile on his lips, though he looked
with surprise and even it seemed incredulity at the whole scene
and at Raskolnikov with a certain embarrassment. Zametov's
unexpected presence struck Raskolnikov unpleasantly.
"I've got to think of that," he thought. "Excuse me, please,"
he began, affecting extreme embarrassment. "Raskolnikov."
"Not at all, very pleasant to see you . . . and how pleasantly
you've come in. . . . Why, won't he even say good-morning?"
Porfiry Petrovitch nodded at Razumihin.
"Upon my honour I don't know why he is in such a rage
with me. I only told him as we came along that he was like
Romeo . . . and proved it. And that was all, I think!"
"Pig!" ejaculated Razumihin, without turning round.
"There must have been very grave grounds for it, if he is so
furious at the word," Porfiry laughed.
"Oh, you sharp lawyer! . . . Damn you all!" snapped Razumi-
hin, and suddenly bursting out laughing himself, he went up
to Porfiry with a more cheerful face as though nothing had
happened. "That'll do! We are all fools. To come to business.
This is my friend Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov; in the
first place he has heard of you and wants to make your acquaint-
ance, and secondly, he has a little matter of business with you.
Bah! Zametov, what brought you here? Have you met before?
Have you known each other long?"
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