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Reflecting, probably from certain fairly unmistakable signs, that

he would get nothing in this "cabin" by attempting to overawe

them, the gentleman softened somewhat, and civilly, though with

some severity, emphasising every syllable of his question,

addressed Zossimov:

"Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov, a student, or formerly a

student?"

Zossimov made a slight movement, and would have answered, had not

Razumihin anticipated him.

"Here he is lying on the sofa! What do you want?"

This familiar "what do you want" seemed to cut the ground from

the feet of the pompous gentleman. He was turning to Razumihin,

but checked himself in time and turned to Zossimov again.

"This is Raskolnikov," mumbled Zossimov, nodding towards him.

Then he gave a prolonged yawn, opening his mouth as wide as

possible. Then he lazily put his hand into his waistcoat-pocket,

pulled out a huge gold watch in a round hunter's case, opened it,

looked at it and as slowly and lazily proceeded to put it back.