his hand and so fallen asleep again.
“Look at the rags he’s collected and sleeps with them, as though he has got hold of a treasure …”
And Nastasya went off into her hysterical giggle.
Instantly he thrust them all under his great coat and fixed his eyes intently upon her. Far as he was from being capable of rational reflection at that moment, he felt that no one would behave like that with a person who was going to be arrested.
“But … the police?”
“You’d better have some tea! Yes? I’ll bring it, there’s some left.”
“No … I’m going; I’ll go at once,” he muttered, getting on to his feet.
“Why, you’ll never get downstairs!”
“Yes, I’ll go.”
“As you please.”
She followed the porter out.
At once he rushed to the light