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CHAPTER II

Razumihin waked up next morning at eight o'clock, troubled and

serious. He found himself confronted with many new and

unlooked-for perplexities. He had never expected that he would

ever wake up feeling like that. He remembered every detail of the

previous day and he knew that a perfectly novel experience had

befallen him, that he had received an impression unlike anything

he had known before. At the same time he recognised clearly that

the dream which had fired his imagination was hopelessly

unattainable--so unattainable that he felt positively ashamed of

it, and he hastened to pass to the other more practical cares and

difficulties bequeathed him by that "thrice accursed yesterday."