“Yes, I must go,” muttered Raskolnikov. “Excuse my troubling you.⁠ ⁠…”

“Oh, not at all, as often as you like. It’s a pleasure to see you and I am glad to say so.”

Ilya Petrovitch held out his hand.

“I only wanted⁠ ⁠… I came to see Zametov.”

“I understand, I understand, and it’s a pleasure to see you.”

“I⁠ ⁠… am very glad⁠ ⁠… goodbye,” Raskolnikov smiled.