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"Yes, yes." Porfiry couldn't sit still. "Your attitude to crime

is pretty clear to me now, but... excuse me for my impertinence

(I am really ashamed to be worrying you like this), you see,

you've removed my anxiety as to the two grades getting mixed,

but... there are various practical possibilities that make me

uneasy! What if some man or youth imagines that he is a Lycurgus

or Mahomet--a future one of course--and suppose he begins to

remove all obstacles.... He has some great enterprise before him

and needs money for it... and tries to get it... do you see?"

Zametov gave a sudden guffaw in his corner. Raskolnikov did not

even raise his eyes to him.

"I must admit," he went on calmly, "that such cases certainly

must arise. The vain and foolish are particularly apt to fall

into that snare; young people especially."

"Yes, you see. Well then?"