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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 345
very likely he did not even know much about his own work of
propaganda, for he was in too great a muddle, A fine person
he would be to show any one up! It must be noted, by the way,
that Pyotr Petrovitch had during those ten days eagerly ac-
cepted the strangest praise from Andrey Semyonovitch; he
had not protested, for instance, when Andrey Semyonovitch
belauded him for being ready to contribute to the establishment
of the new "commune," or to abstain from christening his
future children, or to acquiesce if Dounia were to take a lover a
month after marriage, and so on. Pyotr Petrovitch so enjoyed
hearing his own praises that he did not disdain even such virtues
when they were attributed to him.
Pyotr Petrovitch had had occasion that morning to realise
some five per cent, bonds and now he sat down to the table and
counted over bundles of notes. Andrey Semyonovitch who
hardly ever had any money walked about the room pretending
to himself to look at all those bank notes with indifference and
even contempt. Nothing would have convinced Pyotr Petro-
vitch that Andrey Semyonovitch could really look on the money
unmoved, and the latter, on his side, kept thinking bitterly that
Pyotr Petrovitch was capable of entertaining such an idea about
him and was, perhaps, glad of the opportunity of ' teasing his
young friend by reminding him of his inferiority and the great
difference between them.
He found him incredibly inattentive and irritable, though he,
Andrey Semyonovitch, began enlarging on his favourite sub-
ject, the foundation of a new special "commuile." The brief
remarks that dropped from Pyotr Petrovitch between the click-
ing of the beads on the reckoning frame betrayed unmistakable
and discourteous irony. But the "humane" Andrey Semyono-
vitch ascribed Pyotr Petrovitch's ill-humour to his recent breach
with Dounia and he was burning with impatience to discourse
on that theme. He had something progressive to say on the
subject which might console his worthy friend and "could not
fail" to promote his development.
"There is some sort of festivity being prepared at that . . .
at the widow's, isn't there?" Pyotr Petrovitch asked suddenly,
interrupting Andrey Semyonovitch at the most interesting pas-
sage.
"Why, don't you know? Why, I was telling you last night
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