help … because he is so irritable. … Besides I don’t understand about that drunkard who died and that daughter, and how he could have given the daughter all the money … which …”
“Which cost you such sacrifice, mother,” put in Avdotya Romanovna.
“He was not himself yesterday,” Razumihin said thoughtfully, “if you only knew what he was up to in a restaurant yesterday, though there was sense in it too. … Hm! He did say something, as we were going home yesterday evening, about a dead man and a girl, but I didn’t understand a word. … But last night, I myself …”
“The best thing, mother, will be for us to go to him ourselves and there I assure you we shall see at once what’s to be done. Besides, it’s getting late—good heavens, it’s past ten,” she cried looking at a splendid gold enamelled watch which hung round her neck on a thin Venetian chain, and looked entirely out of keeping with the rest of her dress. “A present from her fiancé,” thought Razumihin.