"I don't know."

　　"It was Svidrigailov, that landowner in whose house my sister wasinsulted when she was their governess. Through his persecuting herwith his attentions, she was turned out by his wife, Marfa Petrovna.This Marfa Petrovna begged Dounia's forgiveness afterwards, andshe's just died suddenly. It was of her we were talking thismorning. I don't know why I'm afraid of that man. He came here at onceafter his wife's funeral. He is very strange, and is determined ondoing something.... We must guard Dounia from him... that's what Iwanted to tell you, do you hear?"

　　"Guard her! What can he do to harm Avdotya Romanovna? Thank you,Rodya, for speaking to me like that.... We will, we will guard her.Where does he live?"

　　"I don't know."

　　"Why didn't you ask? What a pity! I'll find out, though."

　　"Did you see him?" asked Raskolnikov after a pause.

　　"Yes, I noticed him, I noticed him well."

　　"You did really see him? You saw him clearly?" Raskolnikov insisted.

　　"Yes, I remember him perfectly, I should know him in a thousand; Ihave a good memory for faces."

　　They were silent again.

　　"Hm!... that's all right," muttered Raskolnikov. "Do you know, Ifancied... I keep thinking that it may have been an hallucination."

　　"What do you mean? I don't understand you."

　　"Well, you all say," Raskolnikov went on, twisting his mouth intoa smile, "that I am mad. I thought just now that perhaps I really ammad, and have only seen a phantom."

　　"What do you mean?"

　　"Why, who can tell? Perhaps I am really mad, and perhapseverything that happened all these days may be only imagination."

　　"Ach, Rodya, you have been upset again!... But what did he say, whatdid he come for?"

　　Raskolnikov did not answer. Razumihin thought a minute.