Page 493 sur 1294

They walked along in silence and only when they were close to

Raskolnikov's lodgings, Razumihin broke the silence in

considerable anxiety.

"Listen," he said, "you're a first-rate fellow, but among your

other failings, you're a loose fish, that I know, and a dirty

one, too. You are a feeble, nervous wretch, and a mass of whims,

you're getting fat and lazy and can't deny yourself anything--and

I call that dirty because it leads one straight into the dirt.

You've let yourself get so slack that I don't know how it is you

are still a good, even a devoted doctor. You--a doctor--sleep on

a feather bed and get up at night to your patients! In another

three or four years you won't get up for your patients... But

hang it all, that's not the point!... You are going to spend

to-night in the landlady's flat here. (Hard work I've had to

persuade her!) And I'll be in the kitchen. So here's a chance for

you to get to know her better.... It's not as you think! There's

not a trace of anything of the sort, brother...!"