5. CHAPTER V
Raskolnikov walked after him.
"What's this?" cried Svidrigailov turning round, "I thought I
said . . ."
"It means that I am not going to lose sight of you now."
Both stood still and gazed at one another, as though measuring their
"From all your half tipsy stories," Raskolnikov observed harshly, "I
am /positive/ that you have not given up your designs on my sister,
but are pursuing them more actively than ever. I have learnt that my
sister received a letter this morning. You have hardly been able to
sit still all this time. . . . You may have unearthed a wife on the
way, but that means nothing. I should like to make certain myself."
Raskolnikov could hardly have said himself what he wanted and of what
he wished to make certain.
"Upon my word! I'll call the police!"
Again they stood for a minute facing each other. At last
Svidrigailov's face changed. Having satisfied himself that Raskolnikov
was not frightened at his threat, he assumed a mirthful and friendly
"What a fellow! I purposely refrained from referring to your affair,
though I am devoured by curiosity. It's a fantastic affair. I've put
it off till another time, but you're enough to rouse the dead. . . .
Well, let us go, only I warn you beforehand I am only going home for a
moment, to get some money; then I shall lock up the flat, take a cab
and go to spend the evening at the Islands. Now, now are you going to
"I'm coming to your lodgings, not to see you but Sofya Semyonovna, to
say I'm sorry not to have been at the funeral."