"Very likely she would."

　　"Not in the least. Then a man may do nothing but harm to hisneighbour in this world, and is prevented from doing the tiniest bitof good by trivial conventional formalities. That's absurd. If I died,for instance, and left that sum to your sister in my will, surelyshe wouldn't refuse it?"

　　"Very likely she would."

　　"Oh, no, indeed. However, if you refuse it, so be it, though tenthousand roubles is a capital thing to have on occasion. In any case Ibeg you to repeat what I have said to Avdotya Romanovna."

　　"No, I won't."

　　"In that case, Rodion Romanovitch, I shall be obliged to try and seeher myself and worry her by doing so."

　　"And if I do tell her, will you not try to see her?"

　　"I don't know really what to say. I should like very much to see heronce more."

　　"Don't hope for it."

　　"I'm sorry. But you don't know me. Perhaps we may become betterfriends."

　　"You think we may become friends?"

　　"And why not?" Svidrigailov said, smiling. He stood up and tookhis hat. "I didn't quite intend to disturb you and I came here withoutreckoning on it... though I was very much struck by your face thismorning."

　　"Where did you see me this morning?" Raskolnikov asked uneasily.

　　"I saw you by chance.... I kept fancying there is something aboutyou like me.... But don't be uneasy. I am not intrusive; I used to geton all right with card-sharpers, and I never bored Prince Svirbey, agreat personage who is a distant relation of mine, and I could writeabout Raphael's Madonna in Madam Prilukov's album, and I never leftMarfa Petrovna's side for seven years, and I used to stay the night atViazemsky's house in the Hay Market in the old days, and I may go upin a balloon with Berg, perhaps."