“I was summoned⁠ ⁠… by a notice⁠ ⁠…” Raskolnikov faltered.

“For the recovery of money due, from the student ,” the head clerk interfered hurriedly, tearing himself from his papers. “Here!” and he flung Raskolnikov a document and pointed out the place. “Read that!”

“Money? What money?” thought Raskolnikov, “but⁠ ⁠… then⁠ ⁠… it’s certainly not that .”

And he trembled with joy. He felt sudden intense indescribable relief. A load was lifted from his back.

“And pray, what time were you directed to appear, sir?” shouted the assistant superintendent, seeming for some unknown reason more and more aggrieved. “You are told to come at nine, and now it’s twelve!”