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"Go home... with him," he said in a broken voice, pointing to

Razumihin, "good-bye till to-morrow; to-morrow everything... Is

it long since you arrived?"

"This evening, Rodya," answered Pulcheria Alexandrovna, "the

train was awfully late. But, Rodya, nothing would induce me to

leave you now! I will spend the night here, near you..."

"Don't torture me!" he said with a gesture of irritation.

"I will stay with him," cried Razumihin, "I won't leave him for a

moment. Bother all my visitors! Let them rage to their hearts'

content! My uncle is presiding there."

"How, how can I thank you!" Pulcheria Alexandrovna was beginning,

once more pressing Razumihin's hands, but Raskolnikov interrupted

her again.

"I can't have it! I can't have it!" he repeated irritably, "don't

worry me! Enough, go away... I can't stand it!"

"Come, mamma, come out of the room at least for a minute," Dounia

whispered in dismay; "we are distressing him, that's evident."