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"Is it possible that you can up to the present have received no

information?" asked Pyotr Petrovitch, somewhat disconcerted.

In reply Raskolnikov sank languidly back on the pillow, put his

hands behind his head and gazed at the ceiling. A look of dismay

came into Luzhin's face. Zossimov and Razumihin stared at him

more inquisitively than ever, and at last he showed unmistakable

signs of embarrassment.

"I had presumed and calculated," he faltered, "that a letter

posted more than ten days, if not a fortnight ago..."

"I say, why are you standing in the doorway?" Razumihin

interrupted suddenly. "If you've something to say, sit down.

Nastasya and you are so crowded. Nastasya, make room. Here's a

chair, thread your way in!"