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They were by now approaching Bakaleyev's lodgings, where

Pulcheria Alexandrovna and Dounia had been expecting them a long

while. Razumihin kept stopping on the way in the heat of

discussion, confused and excited by the very fact that they were

for the first time speaking openly about it.

"Don't believe it, then!" answered Raskolnikov, with a cold,

careless smile. "You were noticing nothing as usual, but I was

weighing every word."

"You are suspicious. That is why you weighed their words...

h'm... certainly, I agree, Porfiry's tone was rather strange, and

still more that wretch Zametov!... You are right, there was

something about him--but why? Why?"

"He has changed his mind since last night."

"Quite the contrary! If they had that brainless idea, they would

do their utmost to hide it, and conceal their cards, so as to

catch you afterwards.... But it was all impudent and careless."