| PART IV
5. CHAPTER V
 (continued)He found Porfiry Petrovitch alone in his study. His study was a room
 neither large nor small, furnished with a large writing-table, that
 stood before a sofa, upholstered in checked material, a bureau, a
 bookcase in the corner and several chairs--all government furniture,
 of polished yellow wood. In the further wall there was a closed door,
 beyond it there were no doubt other rooms. On Raskolnikov's entrance
 Porfiry Petrovitch had at once closed the door by which he had come in
 and they remained alone. He met his visitor with an apparently genial
 and good-tempered air, and it was only after a few minutes that
 Raskolnikov saw signs of a certain awkwardness in him, as though he
 had been thrown out of his reckoning or caught in something very
 secret. "Ah, my dear fellow! Here you are . . . in our domain" . . . began
 Porfiry, holding out both hands to him. "Come, sit down, old man . . .
 or perhaps you don't like to be called 'my dear fellow' and 'old
 man!'--/tout court/? Please don't think it too familiar. . . . Here,
 on the sofa." Raskolnikov sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on him. "In our domain,"
 the apologies for familiarity, the French phrase /tout court/, were
 all characteristic signs. "He held out both hands to me, but he did not give me one--he drew it
 back in time," struck him suspiciously. Both were watching each other,
 but when their eyes met, quick as lightning they looked away. "I brought you this paper . . . about the watch. Here it is. Is it all
 right or shall I copy it again?" "What? A paper? Yes, yes, don't be uneasy, it's all right," Porfiry
 Petrovitch said as though in haste, and after he had said it he took
 the paper and looked at it. "Yes, it's all right. Nothing more is
 needed," he declared with the same rapidity and he laid the paper on
 the table. A minute later when he was talking of something else he took it from
 the table and put it on his bureau. |