“So Avdotya Romanovna comes to see you,” he said, weighing each syllable, “and you’re going to see a man who says we need more air, and so of course that letter⁠ ⁠… that too must have something to do with it,” he concluded to himself.

“What letter?”

“She got a letter today. It upset her very much⁠—very much indeed. Too much so. I began speaking of you, she begged me not to. Then⁠ ⁠… then she said that perhaps we should very soon have to part⁠ ⁠… then she began warmly thanking me for something; then she went to her room and locked herself in.”

“She got a letter?” Raskolnikov asked thoughtfully.

“Yes, and you didn’t know? hm⁠ ⁠…”

They were both silent.